Wow. All of a sudden we went from this (workers unloading for the first day of work):
When I last posted about our remodel, we were at a complete standstill. Our permit was close — and yet, oh, so far away from being approved and issued.
In fact, I was getting so fed up I told Kevin, dramatically, that I was going to go every day to “the city” and get in their face. “No, that’s OK,” I would say primly. “I’ll just sit here and wait all day if I have to.” That kind of thing.
I marched down there with the girls, who had a day off from school, expecting to go to war … or, perhaps, be met by a completely empty office; everyone hiding from me. What I wasn’t expecting was half of DPW (which was holding up our permit) coming out to fawn over the girls, including the Big Boss, who was so enamored with the ladies that he passed along his business cards … and our permit.
“Oh! How old are you? Where do you go to school? Do you like candy?” I was chopped liver and I almost forgot why we were there. Phones rang in the background. They went unanswered.
“Um, hello, so where do we stand on our permit?” I asked finally.
“Hmmmm?” sighed Big Boss ,dragging his attention away from the girls. “Oh, you’re fine. I’ll take care of it today and call Kevin in the afternoon.”
Um. What? That’s all it took? Two cute, giggly kids? I had no choice but to leave, but I still wasn’t convinced until Kevin called to confirm later in the day. Wow. Lesson #1: Never underestimate the power of cute kids.
Of course, it still took awhile to break ground. There was still some permit follow-through, and our contractor had to come to the site and point around a bit and basically kick the tires.
And then … I took the kids to school one day and ran some errands and came home to this!
Gone! Our completely non-functioning, overworked garage was dead. Amen.
Jack, of course, was thrilled. When he came home from school he had to take a moment and launch into all kinds of questions. “Uh … where our garage? Why Mr. Tony did damage? When I drive excavator?”
He was particularly pleased when he discovered this little breakfast perch/safety wall that the workers built for him. The door from the dining room to the garage now opened to an empty space … and the intriguing ballet of an excavator and bulldozer digging down, down, down to make space for our below grade garage.
“Cooooooonnnnnnstruction!” Jack would yell from his perch. “Caterpillar Power!” The dirt-moving crew was thoroughly amused. And a little afraid. They built the perch a little higher.
This went on for quite a couple of weeks. The construction crew was doing whatever they could while we were still living in our house. But we were clearly gumming up progress.
So, was it really an “accident” when our gas got knocked out? Soon we were huddling together for warmth — when we weren’t running from the stench of each other — and every night was camper’s delight!
The one and only upside was that I simply couldn’t wash clothes any more! Oh no! I was ushered into the world of wash and fold, which I had vaguely heard about but had never experienced. You — as in, not me — actually wash AND fold?? In these cute, little packages?
A short-lived, but enjoyably, expensive adventure. *sigh*
It was time to make the great leap and find a new place to live.
I’m just going to skip ahead, because no one wants to hear about moving …
Ok, so after we moved, I swung by our “real” house and took this picture of our girls in their “old room.”
As I gazed upward and enjoyed the open space that once was my old room? My first thought: I will never have to look upon that hideous, pukey ’70s tile in my bathtub again.
And I should say, I’m not complaining. I zoned out many a time looking at those psychedelic patterns and … well, I was just happy to have a warm bath.
And so we sit and wait. In the meantime, we are thoroughly enjoying our apartment lifestyle. We are still waiting for the complex to “reveal” its secrets … and potential weirdness … and for that pool to open.
So far so good. Until the next post …