We're off to Croatia, and while we're gone, the plumbers will be replacing ALL of the pipes in our house. In what's proven to be an unavoidable conclusion, Cliff and I are "sucking it up" and paying out of pocket to change out the PEX pipes which, to date, have sprung at least three spontaneous leaks in the walls of our home, resulting in extensive (and expensive) damage to the garden apartment below.
Yes, we have insurance, but we're unlikely to collect on a "product defect." ("Read the fine print." our agent flatly informed us.)
"Open wide," my new dentist said, (who looks only slightly older than my son, Case.) "This should be fairly painless."
"Thank you," I replied, relief flooding over me. "Just so you know," I continued, "my childhood dentist was a SADIST, so excuse me if I break out in flop sweat." (I didn't, but there was the distinct possibility.)
"I'm sorry," the email said, "but we need to extend the close of escrow by several days. State Farm has just canceled the policy they quoted my Buyers early last week." (Say what?)
And then the next day, it happened yet again on another pending property of ours: "We need more time; we're scrambling for a new insurance carrier," their Agent texted.
WHAT THE $%&@!!!
Last weekend, Cliff and I finally made it to our cabin to check on the damage from the heavy winter snowfall first hand. It has been a series of unexpected hurdles at Fallen Leaf Lake this winter, beginning with a broken water main, followed by a leak in the community propane tank, which essentially meant that ALL of the cabins in our little HOA had NO water and NO heat for most of the winter months, rendering them uninhabitable to anyone except the bears. (I'm a tough cookie but not freezing-cold-shower tough.)
Julie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 18 years and has published more than 725 humorous but always informative, essays on life and real estate.