I have decided that I don't believe in superstitions or good luck. :) When I see a black cat walking across my path I plow ahead. If there is a ladder to be maneuvered around, I, with head held high, walk right under it. And, after this house, I will never fear cracking a mirror.
Now, you must be wondering when I took this bold and risky approach to life. I'll tell you that I can't pinpoint the day, but it was sometime after we moved into this house. When we first moved in, I was a little superstitious. I didn't want to bring any bad luck our way.
When we first moved in, Mario kept saying, "Well, at least the toilet works!" I said, "Don't say that, it may break." He laughed at my foolishness... One month later it broke! Then he started saying, "Well, at least the roof is good." I cautioned Mario again, but his statement seemed a fair one as the inspector assured us the roof was practically brand new.
Within a couple weeks of Mario saying that, we found a shingle laying on the ground. When Mario went up to investigate he found the gutters packed with asphalt. There were several spots where shingles that were so worn down they needed patches. (I will give the inspector the benefit of the doubt that he didn't know that some signs of a worn out roof are; gutters full of asphalt, worn patches on the roof, and loose shingles!)
As we discovered the precarious nature of our electrical problems, the rotten sub-floors, the waterfalls, and began to have questions about the foundation, I came to accept that some things just happen. Although I still believe in "The Force," I have come to accept that good luck and bad luck don't really exist, just pure dumb luck! :) So take the step with me my friends! No more throwing salt over your shoulder. (It just hits your neighbor in the eye, and there is no cause to spread the pain.)
How I have survived the house through these discoveries is by accepting that I have very little control in this world. Things happen, and homes that haven't been maintained need constant repair. All I can do is my best effort in making sure the next people to own our home will have the best chance possible at safety and comfort.
Now, you must be wondering when I took this bold and risky approach to life. I'll tell you that I can't pinpoint the day, but it was sometime after we moved into this house. When we first moved in, I was a little superstitious. I didn't want to bring any bad luck our way.
When we first moved in, Mario kept saying, "Well, at least the toilet works!" I said, "Don't say that, it may break." He laughed at my foolishness... One month later it broke! Then he started saying, "Well, at least the roof is good." I cautioned Mario again, but his statement seemed a fair one as the inspector assured us the roof was practically brand new.
Within a couple weeks of Mario saying that, we found a shingle laying on the ground. When Mario went up to investigate he found the gutters packed with asphalt. There were several spots where shingles that were so worn down they needed patches. (I will give the inspector the benefit of the doubt that he didn't know that some signs of a worn out roof are; gutters full of asphalt, worn patches on the roof, and loose shingles!)
As we discovered the precarious nature of our electrical problems, the rotten sub-floors, the waterfalls, and began to have questions about the foundation, I came to accept that some things just happen. Although I still believe in "The Force," I have come to accept that good luck and bad luck don't really exist, just pure dumb luck! :) So take the step with me my friends! No more throwing salt over your shoulder. (It just hits your neighbor in the eye, and there is no cause to spread the pain.)
How I have survived the house through these discoveries is by accepting that I have very little control in this world. Things happen, and homes that haven't been maintained need constant repair. All I can do is my best effort in making sure the next people to own our home will have the best chance possible at safety and comfort.
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