What next?

Moving is always a revelation. This move has been...interesting. Since we took possession, there have been a variety of issues that didn't show up on the home inspection, despite the thoroughness thereof. Weird.

First was the water. The outside spigot where one would normally attach a hose is attached to the hot water line. We could boil eggs in the water it spews forth. Obviously this explains why the previous owners had no plants. They must have boiled them all while attempting to water them. Yet they professed no knowledge of this phenomenon when we asked. You'd think they just MIGHT have noticed that the water coming out of their hose was steaming.

Next, the condensate line from our air conditioner was nowhere to be found. Normally this is not my first priority in settling in, but...our air conditioner stopped because the line backed up. Fortunately, our HVAC tech was able to find and clear it--after about 18 hours of non-air-conditioned discomfort. In his search, however, he also detected a live wire in the space behind our furnace that he claimed was sparking. Enter the electrician. Who confirmed that we had a 240 volt bare wire, attached to nothing, lying about behind the wall of our 4th floor study. Gee. Previous owners knew nothing about that either. I am detecting a definite Seargeant Schulz syndrome here ("I know nothing, NOTHING!")

Then, one morning last week, I attempted to adjust the angle of the showerhead. Big mistake. The entire assembly (and I mean down to the surface of the tile wall) crashed off the wall and whacked me on my ankle. Yet another bruise. Yet another trip to Ace Hardware. Yet another call to Lonnie, the plumber at Cropp-Metcalfe. Because the pipe in the wall would not accommodate the standard shower arm, it being threaded on the outside, rather than the inside. We were thus afforded the opportunity to check out the other showers in the house for a few days. I haven't bothered to ask the previous owners about this.

And then, there is the washer/dryer. The detergent/bleach dispenser was absolutely black with what looked like mildew when I first went to use it. I opted to run an empty load with a serious shot of Clorox poured through the dispenser, and that helped a lot. However, there's still a sort of smoky odor that comes from the washer/dryer. It's also in the upstairs bathroom, whose door had been closed to keep the cat out. And you can catch a whiff of it occasionally in the upstairs bedroom. Were the previous owners heavy smokers? The drapes don't smell...maybe they were cleaned. Perhaps we have a ghost who does laundry and frequents the 3rd floor...that ghostly couple on "Topper" were always smoking, weren't they?

For now, I am on tenterhooks, waiting for the next issue to arise. Who knows what will come next?