As of noon today, August 12th, 2011…we officially OWN our house. It took three months and a pain in the ass mystery leak to get here, but we did it. We closed on our house. It only took about an hour to get through everything. We didn’t officially meet the sellers (but we saw them in the lobby). They closed in a different office because they both had the flu. Oh how lovely. After all…
For the past four days there has been somebody in my house. There’s been noise, dust, and general disruption. Not to mention the repeated in and out of people every time it has RAINED for the past three months. Today, it’s just me. And it’s oh-so QUIET. Dear GAWD I love the quiet. With any luck, we won’t have anybody here for a good LONG time. Until we recoup some of our closing costs and…
My senior year of high school I started writing a story I eventually titled Chances Are. I put a lot of work into planning it, but I didn’t make too much progress on the actual writing. Then I graduated from high school, quit my job at Menards, and spent five months on a hiatus from productivity. In those fives months, I worked on that story. I wrote. I planned. I spent time working on it…
Someday I will have something to write about other than the damn wall and the Mystery Leak That Better Be Fucking Solved. Today is not someday. We’ve gotten as far as a coat of primer on the wall. And the ceiling has been sprayed. Kid Construction said he’d be back later today to paint. He was over an hour late this morning, so we’ll see if he shows up anytime near when he said he…
Sitting in the loft, Bob overheard the following conversation from the living room: Kid Construction: I suppose we could do the ceiling first. Kid’s Partner: Don’t you need to put insulation up there first? Kid Construction: Oh yeah. I didn’t even notice that. Eh? So Bob started watching from his high vantage point. Kid Construction then proceeded to stuff wall insulation in the ceiling. Now, we know insulation is insulation, as long as you use…
So we found out yesterday that the wall needs to be fixed by MONDAY. We were originally told the 10th. That loses us 2 days. So Bob was playing phone-tag half the day trying to get things lined up for this weekend with the kid who’s going to fix the wall. I say “kid” because I’m pretty sure he’s barely old enough to drive much less be reconstructing the wall and gaping hole in my…
