to wonder if the people who’ve been stabilizing your house for the past two weeks in preparation for lifting the foundation to fix the enormous settling that has occurred in one corner of the house over the past 30 years (welcome to life on a hillside in earthquake country; who needs doors that will open and close; and doesn’t everybody have to drill 80 feet to reach rock) are going to break your home - literally, not figuratively. (For instance, during the lifting process we have to keep the downstairs doors in the affected corner open lest the windows inside them shatter.)
They raised the foundation a bit yesterday but encountered some “glitches” so they finish today. DynaPapa doesn’t find it amusing when I say, “Oh, let them break it. Then I could build a new house.”
I guess I can’t blame him. Lately I’ve found very little amusing, too. However, I blame too few cupcakes, too much exercising, and encountering way too many assh*les.