So, I had a plan. If you know me, you won't find that surprising. (Sometimes people tell us that they can't tell when it's me writing and when it's Katherine. Cheat sheet: if the post includes extra-erudite references, it's Katherine. If it contains a rant, it's probably me. Also, I'm the hyper-organized one. Katherine is the super-patient one. Anyway, back to The Plan.)
The plan was thus: I placed a materials order. Katherine booked the workmen to receive it. So very simple.
Except. Materials arrived. Workmen did not.
Result: 45 sheets of drywall, 17 sheets of wonderboard, and 20 sheets of plywood sitting on the sidewalk. Who moved it? Youbetcha.
We had to pile some of the drywall in front of the bathroom door, which means no shower for us tonight. Also we still have no electricity down there, so no photo of big stacks of crap. What we should have done was taken a picture of our neighbor's mother, who is first generation Chinese and very tiny doesn't speak much English, looking at the two of us hauling sheetrock like we were raving lunatics. I don't think they do that kind of thing in China. That would have made a good photo. She has a very expressive face.
We are now tired. End of post.
About Us
- Jen and Katherine
- Soooo tired of renovation. Tired of painting, really tired of sanding, tired of sawing, tired of running from the top floor to the parlor floor when we realize we need the linesman's pliers and then realizing they're in the closet on the top floor after all...