I knew the big bog down was comin’ up ’cause it’s just me now, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad.
Phabulous Phil and his crew are waiting on windows so they can side the house and finish drying it in. I’ve been working on the window quote for weeks now, trying to juggle building code and DP ratings and manufacturers pricing ineptness.
Even the ever ebullient Miss Carol tried to help and finally caved, cursing.
I mean, who knew guv’mint could make simple shit this hard?
Everybody put your hands down.
Finally, though, the window angels sang their clarion call and all the various codes and ratings and seemingly endless minutiae coalesced and the window package is finally ordered. Can I get a woo-hoo?
So anyway-that’s why I haven’t done an update on The Little House of Horrors-it’s boggin’ baby.
I’ve been working six days a week for the last month or so, leaving only Sunday to try and get something done on The Little House of Horrors.
But Sundays are when Miss Carol wants to make us brunch and because keeping Miss Carol happy is always a good thing, that shortens up Sunday. Add to that shortening up picking up the generator from Phabulous Phil and any materials I need from Home Depot and an hour’s drive in each direction and all the sudden I’ve got about three hours to get anything done, and that’s if I’m out the door by sixish.
So yeah, progress is very slow and very lame and fully sheathed in LOTS of cursing and hatred for The Little House of Horrors.
But that’s all supposed to change this weekend. I’m taking Friday and Saturday off and my little brother and his little cupcake and his kids are coming down and we’re supposedly gonna get the deck built.
I hold out hope. But.
Normally when my brother and I get together everything needful just kinda dissolves into laughter and seemingly endless beer drinking. We rarely get together, which is probably a good thing, but when we do? We rock.
So we’ll see.
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