More delays in the basement

About two and a half weeks ago, the heating pipes went in. The theory that we’ve been holding to all along is that the pipes would go in mere days before concrete would permanently seal them in place. This was done to ensure a minimum of opportunity for pipes to be crushed or otherwise damaged.

The problem is that all of this hinged on the concrete supplier delivering on time. Which they’re not. Not by a long shot.

The basement doesn’t look any different than the last time you saw a picture of it. In fact, as of about 20 minutes ago, it looks exactly the same. That’s because we just put the hot water heater back in place — something I’m none too happy about.

I’m not happy because the concrete was supposed to have gone in yesterday. But it didn’t. It seems that the concrete supplier (whose name I’ve not been given — this is all arranged through Canyon) decided to recant on their promise to overpour the holes Canyon put in the floor to lay sewer lines. Now they won’t do it. No reason or excuse given. This after waiting two weeks for the supplier to get their asses in gear, to bail at the last moment due to “equipment failure”.

So now I’ve got a giant pile of aggregate (sand, I think) sitting on the road in front of the house. Aggregate that will be ruined if it sits out there too long, either by the elements, by animals (unruly neighbourhood kids included), or stolen (hey, it happens). God only knows when the contractor will be back to finish the job!

Canyon, thankfully, sent around a plumber this morning to get that settled. Took a bit more work than expected (the gas union was more trouble than it should have been), but we’re back on hot water again.

Fortunately, the electrical work has been progressing as well. We now have a panel, a junction box, and a temporary patch from the old box to the new box, at least until Enmax comes around to move everything. I really need to follow up with Mark and find out when that’s going to happen.

Basically, I’m 2.5 weeks behind schedule. That means walls aren’t done, wiring’s not done, plumbing’s not done, and the baby’s room is still full of stuff. Until the concrete’s in, we can’t even get that room ready. This is beyond a rush to the finish line. We’re probably not even going to cross it in a ball of flaming glory. We’re in the pits, and our crew’s on a lunch break.

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