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Have a building inspector coming by tomorrow.
Over the last few days, my biggest concern is the underfloor brick pylons and the possible moving of the clay.
I'm starting to wonder if the cracks are appearing because the new double-glazed windows are considerably heavier than the old single-glazed wooden sashes. If so, I'm pretty sure the walls are solid enough to keep it all together - the house framework is hardwood, not your soft timbers of modern yore. If it's just cracking, I can live with that. Silicone sealant will give them room for movement but cut off any airflow through the cracks.
That said, the weight of the house has gotten rather heavier with the new windows, and that could change things up.
Must mention that I noticed some of the bricks in the house pylons looked like they had enough pressure to form cracks/crumbling...
Part of the issue is, I think, that we're pretty much on a lens of clay. Former farmland, good soil for growing, and the solidarity of the house was fine - at least until we started making modifications.
Anyway, it does no good to borrow trouble, so I'll just put that thought on the backburner.
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Sometimes I feel like my life has been so charmed up to this point, that there must come a point at which everything 'uncharms'. Where my life/finances/choices fall into a pit from which I have no hope of extracting myself - the "One Bad Break" of my existence.
It's probably not helpful waiting for The Other Boot To Fall, but with everything going to hell in a handbasket, I really feel like this often.
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Meeting up with some old writing friends tonight.
Going to dinner at a friends' house tomorrow.
Thinking about going into the city to meet with some new writing friends on Thursday...
Get paid on Friday.
I'd forgotten how toxic FFA is in its culture of conversational exchange. Interesting to watch, even educational, but not particularly enjoyable to engage in.
Trying to co-ordinate tickets for Beauty & the Beast in Sydney with my mother. (Also: everything is on in July-August. Why? I mean, I guess it makes sense: winter months, not holiday times, people want entertainment and bright lights during this period...) I'm already seeing Wicked later this year with the new writing friends.
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The business wants the creation of a training environment, with all the systems of our production environment. That's 7-8 different systems, all of them interacting.
Rather worryingly, the systems architect didn't realise any of the issues that might crop up in having to create these from scratch, or the issues that would crop up if you tried to cross environments.
Over the last few days, my biggest concern is the underfloor brick pylons and the possible moving of the clay.
I'm starting to wonder if the cracks are appearing because the new double-glazed windows are considerably heavier than the old single-glazed wooden sashes. If so, I'm pretty sure the walls are solid enough to keep it all together - the house framework is hardwood, not your soft timbers of modern yore. If it's just cracking, I can live with that. Silicone sealant will give them room for movement but cut off any airflow through the cracks.
That said, the weight of the house has gotten rather heavier with the new windows, and that could change things up.
Must mention that I noticed some of the bricks in the house pylons looked like they had enough pressure to form cracks/crumbling...
Part of the issue is, I think, that we're pretty much on a lens of clay. Former farmland, good soil for growing, and the solidarity of the house was fine - at least until we started making modifications.
Anyway, it does no good to borrow trouble, so I'll just put that thought on the backburner.
--
Sometimes I feel like my life has been so charmed up to this point, that there must come a point at which everything 'uncharms'. Where my life/finances/choices fall into a pit from which I have no hope of extracting myself - the "One Bad Break" of my existence.
It's probably not helpful waiting for The Other Boot To Fall, but with everything going to hell in a handbasket, I really feel like this often.
--
Meeting up with some old writing friends tonight.
Going to dinner at a friends' house tomorrow.
Thinking about going into the city to meet with some new writing friends on Thursday...
Get paid on Friday.
I'd forgotten how toxic FFA is in its culture of conversational exchange. Interesting to watch, even educational, but not particularly enjoyable to engage in.
Trying to co-ordinate tickets for Beauty & the Beast in Sydney with my mother. (Also: everything is on in July-August. Why? I mean, I guess it makes sense: winter months, not holiday times, people want entertainment and bright lights during this period...) I'm already seeing Wicked later this year with the new writing friends.
--
The business wants the creation of a training environment, with all the systems of our production environment. That's 7-8 different systems, all of them interacting.
Rather worryingly, the systems architect didn't realise any of the issues that might crop up in having to create these from scratch, or the issues that would crop up if you tried to cross environments.
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Don't worry until you have to about the house. You will know soon enough. I hope it's nothing or something easily fixed.
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