The Capt is investigating something dark, creepy and potentially deadly that is thriving in the new condo—mold. Deadly for me, because I have pulmonary fibrosis, and very bad for him because he has sinus trouble. We will not be moving in until we deal with it.
These pretty blossoms are mold under a microscope, and we're plotting to kill them off. For lack of a certified mold technician we'll have to do it ourselves
We've read about various treatments for mold on the local internet forum. Bleach was said to be very effective, but we found warnings against it. Some have used vinegar with success, and we tried that, using a compressor, going through four gallon bottles of vinegar so far and creating an interesting pickle-jar ambience. But we can still smell mold, and there are spots where we can see it coming back. We had some professionals in to treat it with a spray, but it doesn't seem to have worked; maybe it needs more than one application since the walls are porous adobe brick.The Capt discovered another option: hydrogen peroxide, I'm not sure where we'd find gallon jugs of that, and he'd have to wear a hazmat suit.
He's talking about spraying on a penetrating sealant over the brick after the treatment, and then, at least in the bedroom, painting it white. I like the look of white brick, it would brighten the room considerably.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and it's not an oncoming train! In this case, it's the Waldo Tunnel in Sausalito, from a photographer's website. Makes me nostalgic for Northern California, but not for long...
Meanwhile, I'm proofreading our annual antique map guide, arriving at the mental stage I always reach this time of year when I'm exhilarated at the prospect of being finished and stressed over all the loose ends I fear I won't get tied up in time. My friend
Jan volunteered to help proofread, and she caught some little stupids that have gotten by me for years!
Time is like water... when you have lots of it, you tend to waste it. Then it's almost gone and you think of all the things you could do, if you had more of it. After a good nap, of course.
