The inspector from the Health Department came this afternoon for our health/housing inspection. He was a nice guy and he made some semi-awkward but well-intentioned comments about how nice it is that we’re adopting. He remarked that when he pulled up to the house he knew this would be an easy inspection, because he could tell the house had been renovated and that we take good care of it.
Our house was built in the 1940s, but was completely renovated in 2006. By completely renovated, I mean down-to-the-studs renovated. The only original items in this house are the foundation, some of the original framing, and the slate roof. Everything else is less than three years old. So, this did make for an easy inspection. And frankly, I would have been really shocked if there were any problems.
The inspector checked the gas stove and the temperature of the hot water coming out of the kitchen faucet. He looked at how the furnace, water heater, washer and dryer, and electrical box were installed. He checked each bathroom and measured the room that will eventually be the nursery to make sure it was an adequate size. He also looked at some things outside.
We do have some homework to do, however. We need to provide him with copies of the rabies vaccinations and City licenses for the dogs. We have to get thermometers for both the fridge and freezer. (This is annoying, but… whatever.) And we have to do some repairs to an outside cement wall that is chipping a little. This one really threw me for a loop. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with the wall. The guy who renovated the house wanted to make a 65-year-old cement wall look nicer, so he added a decorative coating to it. It looked good for about a year and now it’s chipping and flaking and looks cruddy. Thankfully it’s in the back of the house and it’s just the entry to the basement, so we basically never see it. Apparently it’s now going to look even worse, because we’ll be doing a DIY cement patch job this weekend and we don’t have the paint to make it match. Oh well. So, we’ll call him when we’re ready for him to come back and finalize the inspection.
Note the two beagles in the doorway in the photo, anxiously awaiting a long walk on a nice spring afternoon after politely tolerating some strange guy wandering through their house with a clipboard.