My house was built in the late 1960's and codes were different then. Now I cannot sell without protecting any outlet that is within six feet of a water source with a Ground Fault Circuit Interrupter. And my breaker panels had double taps. I don't know what they are but they must be addressed by an electrician. Never mind that I could continue to live here without this stuff and no one will care if I electrocute myself.
My smoke detector is inadequate. I need to put in a minimum of two smoke and CO detectors that are photoelectric. It is not that I mind doing this, it is just that who knew my own family was at such risk all this time.
The underground oil tank has to be dug up and the soil tested and cleaned of any contamination. I did know about that hazard, but it has to be done before I can close on the house. I should not have filled it in the spring.
And of course there are those jobs that need to get done anyway--a chimney cleaning and a septic tank pump out. And a dozen those other little, ever present problems like a sticky window or an old water stain that needs painting.
Stripping wallpaper and painting the walls was relatively easy, I am thinking as I find myself getting slightly overwhelmed by the to do list.
The building inspector told me the house was in excellent shape. I am certainly very glad he did not shake his head and say something along the lines of "You're not afraid to live here, lady?"
I have taken on some of the small jobs. I re-caulked the tub. I grouted a loose tile in the entryway. Today I did something daring. I got out a ladder and an electric screwdriver and I mounted the two smoke/CO detectors.
I was able to simply screw one in to where the old ion based one was located.
The second one involved screwing in those expanding anchor bolts first, but I did it. I had on my Rosie the Riveter clothes today!
I was so impressed with myself that I went out in the driveway with a regular screwdriver and I rigged up a new attachment for the backup camera on my car. I was mad because I had been to three different auto parts places, including the dealership and no one did anything more helpful than shrug their shoulders.
Time for Tuesday night's destress yoga class.