Demo Days Are Here Again

After the frozen and busted pipe fiasco, the wet carpet, the dripping ceiling, and all the fun that was associated with unexpected winter weather in Rio Rico, I have finally been home long enough to deal with the aftermath.  On Sunday, Kip came over with his miniature truck and we tore out all kinds of things at the house.  For starters, goodbye bedroom carpet.  So long.  See ya.  Wouldn't want to be ya. 

I also ripped out a stupid half wall, another stupid fake pocket door wall thingy, a cheesy arch in my bedroom doorway, and the crap floor in my master closet.  Demo is cathartic.  If you have something to tear apart, I highly recommend you do it.  Today.  It feels awesome. 

So what that I am now sleeping on my bed in the living room. At least the fix-it process has started.  Now if I could just get the insurance adjuster to show up to my house so I can start buying things to cover the concrete slab in the bedroom. 

Plumber? We don't need to stinking plumber!

After my extended journey to house-camping-land, I have finally fixed the broken pipes at my house. I am glad the pipes were fixed before I really did get used to flushing toilets with a bucket and buying gallons of water to keep myself and the dogs hydrated. 

At first I called the plumber.  After he no-showed and refused to return phone calls, I took matters into my own hands....or rather, a friend of mine took pity on me and offered to help me fix the pipes. Yay for friend of mine!  For those of you that are curious, yes...the plumber that flaked out on me is the same plumber who received rave reviews in previous posts here. 

So, because my dreamy, pipe-fixing friend has know-how and power tools, we were able to change the pipes and return Octopus Street to the 21st Century.