Soon after I moved into my new home, cracks appeared in the ceiling.
This happened to every house in my neighborhood.
They agreed to do major repairs and said everything would be as good as new.
A couple of months later the cracks reappeared.
Two weeks ago, they came to do repairs again...
this time with a new plan.
They covered my whole living area with plastic and set to work.
This time, they put air-conditioning vents in the attic,
cut out all of the drywall in the affected areas,
replaced it with new,
sanded and puttied the area,
and lastly repainted everything.
It took 2 weeks
I emptied everything except the furniture out og the area.
It looked like I was moving out.
That little crack in the hanging plastic is the entrance to my bedroom.
My house looked like an abandoned home inhabited by ghosts.
The floor was covered with paper and tape.
I became very disoriented.
This was my favorite ghost.
It was really my ceiling fan, but at night, it became mobile when I walked by.
He made a soft, swishing sound.
Very erry.
(I don't think that is spelled right, but Grammarly didn't correct it.)
They turned off the pilot of my gas logs,
I guess, to avoid an explosion.
Affected area # 1.
Repaired but not painted.
Affected area #2 hadn't been repaired yet, but it had been torn out.
They finished all of the work on Thursday and sent maids to clean up the mess.
I teared up when they left.
I got my life back, and thankfully, the ghost left with the workers.
😕😢😟
Y'all, it is snowing!
I'm sitting here writing and watching it fall.
I💗Snow.
Thank You, Lord, for opening the storehouses in heaven.
I can tell it's getting colder.
Let it snow!!
Also, thank You for getting me through the house repairs without going stark raving crazy.
