Two Down, One to Go!

The ‘boys’ came to work on Saturday and we were good to go for the final inspections on plumbing and electricity.

The plumbing inspector came Monday and neighbor Donna met him, led him around (or followed, I’m not sure) and texted me at work that I got the green sticker. (Green means "go" in the building trades, too.)

The electrical inspector came out today early in the a.m. Donna met him and led/ followed and he left behind a green sticker, too.

ABOUT PHUCKING TIME!

I phoned the county building inspector and arranged to meet him here at mi casa manana for the final inspection. Getting the Certif. of Occupancy is the desired result. I’ll post again when that happens.

Tomorrow will also be a meeting with Leslie, my mortgage broker. A whole new realm of life as an adult will be splitting open and swallowing me whole when we sit down and go over all the documents.

Thursday—ummmm, I’m not sure what happens on Thursday. Maybe I can catch up on grading papers.

Friday I will meet the plumber so he can finish up the last few trailing ends he has to do. The electrician is going to get launched into space if he don’t show up in a few days, vs. two weeks.

Here’s pics of work from Saturday.





And, yes, I’ve cooked a meal, got stuff in the fridge and washed two loads of dishes. Domesticity, here I come!

Since I don’t want to get y’all’s hopes up thinking that the cheery end is near, ok, it is, but there’s still battles to be fought and this is one I left out of my last post due to length: Had my oil changed Friday, went to a doctor’s appt, then met friends at the casino for the crab leg buffet, lost $50, came home, got up in Saturday morning, started making calls to get ‘the boys’ out here to do their work.

I have to go into the garage to make my phone calls ‘cause the casa is so well insulated and I notice something on the floor. Sonovabitch! There’s at least a quart of fresh oil under the Jeep! Yes, there’s a hole in my roof from where I shot through it!

The mechanic had not tightened down the drain plug and it was truly hanging on by a thread.After taking a few pictures (ahem!) I crawled under there, wishing that I’d had radiant heat installed in the garage, too, tightened the drain plug and tossed a ton of sawdust on the oil slick.

I tried calling the dealership every hour all day Saturday to no avail (they’ve cut back on hours due to the fact that they’re going out of business, and there’s a whole torrid litany of allegations against the owners.)

Yesterday I call the dealer, go get my oil replaced, watch their every move and the service manager tries to shoo me away without addressing the oil slick issue. They end up sending their maintenance guy out to my house to clean it up. The floor remains stained. Duh!

I call the dealer back today. I’m told to call one of the owners tomorrow. I ask the dude if I should have my lawyer call. He says to talk to the owner first to see what he suggests be done. I decide that I don’t want to do all the work on this and tell him to have the owner call ME tomorrow. He mumbles out an ok. I tell him that if I don’t hear from the owner manana then they will get a call from my lawyer and hung up on him. I think he’d stopped breathing, so it’s not like he knew that I’d hung up on him. The guy’s a wimp, anyway.

I’m thinking a nice grey with black speckles for the resurfacing, with some insulation underneath and some spongy layering would satisfy me. I need to be concerned about my joints, given my creeping arthritis and all. And a few thousand bucks for the sawdust. And maybe some incentive to bring the smile back to my face.

I’ll keep ya apprised. Expect another posting…manana!