Are there any? At this point, I’m not sure, and I’m really not feeling very hopeful about it all. Since our contractor jumped ship, we’ve been on the hunt for a replacement. The loan money is now sitting in our bank account, interest is building, and I don’t mean the curiosity-related kind. We’ve had two contractors over to date; one was quiet and informative, but wasn’t available for 2 more months. The other … well, let’s just say that the guy exuded a weirdness that I hope to never experience in my home again. His appearance was a big hint … there’s something not normal about having two collared shirts layered over one another, and there’s something even stranger about turning the inside shirt’s collar up. Hellooooo, 1985.
I know at this point that I don’t have the luxury of being too choosy, but there was just something about this guy. As soon as he left, I turned to my husband and said, “Um, no.” He agreed.
I’d order my cracked ice table, but I’d have nowhere to put it. Kind of anticlimactic, this day. Here I thought that the money would come in, the contractor would start bashing in the wall, and I’d be happily clicking the “Order Now” button for the chrome table. Now I just stop by and look at it, like an old friend gazing at familiar photographs.
Maudlin? Why, yes. It’s Saturday, and I’ve been up since 5:30, thanks to a vampire-like four-year old who never seems to need sleep.
If only he knew how to do construction.
