(Here's a highly-instructive progress shot of the corner where the water softener used to be. No more red and gray. [Please disregard the smudges from the camera lens: it needs cleaned.])
It's taken care of now, so as soon as my friend's son gets back from vacation, he should be coming over and maybe we'll make some progress towards actually getting the water treatment equipment installed.
However. However. It's true, I spent Sunday through Tuesday in the garden, back and front, putting in the last of this season's annuals (yes, they are the last! Haven't I said so!?). But I've been going up and down my basement stairs past a very disgusting and grotty brick foundation wall, and I've been poking at that wall here and there, and chipping loose paint off that wall, and I've been thinking how awful that wall looks in comparison to the Two White Walls in the laundry room. And yesterday I said to myself, "To hell with it. Something has to be done!"
|After scraping, before scrubbing|
I've sometimes thought that if and when I sell this house I'd refer prospective buyers to this blog to show them what I've done to the place. And I wish I had nothing but a bone-dry basement to report. A local dry-basement expert told me a few years ago that my biggest problem is humid air and not water infiltration, and what I need is to keep running the dehumidifier. The fact that I had mildew stains on the perpendicular wall supports this position, since it's an inside wall-- my workshop is on the other side. Still, I'd be a lot more complacent on the basement waterproofing subject if I could get all the brick joints repointed. I mean, it couldn't hurt.
|I'm going on faith that the POs' can of gray floor paint is still good.|