So what could I, or the home inspector ever have done about this?Īnd yet I feel like there’s this belief out in the public that a home inspection is going to be a lifetime failsafe against anything that could ever happen in a person’s home. My rep at TD Insurance said, “We don’t know what happened. The sump pump was manufactured in 2017, installed in 2018, and failed in 2020. That’s what the rep at TD Insurance told me. They’ll try whatever they can to get back the money they paid out for the claim.
They’ll go after the company that manufactured the sump pump and the company that installed it. They’re not going to write a cheque for a $25,000 claim and just take it on the chin. This is how insurance companies work, for your information. They took it to a lab someplace, and apparently tested it, so I’m told. The sump pump that failed at my home was removed and somebody from TD Insurance came and picked it up. So can we talk about what a home inspection really is and what it can and can’t do, and then look at when/why/where we should conduct them? You know that I dislike naivety and entitlement and that I love ration and logic. Nor are most home inspectors able to look into a crystal ball. Umm, well, because a home inspection isn’t really meant to predict the future. Why didn’t the home inspection catch this? After I bought it, but that’s a topic for later in this post.
3 STACKS KITCHEN CARSON FULL
I did a full home inspection on this house when I bought it. Here we are, two years later, and we’re still missing baseboards throughout the basement. Not central to the point I’m going to make, but in order to complete the story, I’ll tell you that we repaired about 90% of the damage in the next 4-5 weeks, but when COVID was upon us circa March 16th, 2020, we stopped. Suffice it to say, these guys pray on misery and misfortune…
3 STACKS KITCHEN CARSON INSTALL
Beyond that, any attempt at answering “why” was beyond me.Įventually, I had Roto-Rooter come in on an emergency basis, install a new sump pump, and then send over their “disaster recovery specialist.” That’s a story for another day one which I might have told. I investigated the problem as best as I could and quickly deduced that the sump pump wasn’t working. The sump pump had failed, and based on the time of year, the temperature, and the amount of snow that had thawed over the past couple of days, it meant hundreds of gallons of water were not pumped out of the pit in my furnace room, but instead, flowed out of that pit, across the floor, under the door, and the walls, and covered every square inch of my basement.Ī newborn baby in one room, a highly-interested 3-year-old in another room, and me downstairs, sopping up water with every towel in the house. I went downstairs to investigate the term “flooded” and found that I was in agreement with how my wife had used the word. “Daddy, why did the basement flood?” my wide-awake daughter with the inquisitive mind just had to ask. “Flooded?” I asked, waiting for a definition. flooded? This was likely an exaggeration, of course. And no, it’s not because Maya went into the bed and stayed there like a good girl, but rather because about ten minutes after we started, my wife burst through the door. I believe that first attempt at crib-to-bed sleep training was about one or two weeks into February. Ask any parent what this is like and the opinions and methodology will be all over the place. Moving my then 3-year-old daughter Maya from her crib to her bed meant a new form of sleep-training that might take a night, but might also take three weeks. As in, our brand-new, built-from-the-ground-up home that had never been occupied by anybody. My son, Duke, was born on February 2nd, 2020.Īt that time, we had been in our house for exactly 18 months.
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