Grades are posted. Whew! It was touch and go there for a week or two, but I am pleased to report all A’s. Now I can sit and ruminate over the lessons I learned. Lesson One: Do not ever pack up and move in the middle of a semester. Unless, of course, your house sells and the buyers aren’t interested in letting you crash on their sofa until after finals.
There are still repairs that need to be made, but we are beginning to enjoy our new home. It means a great deal to me to be able to recommend companies that deliver exceptional quality. When contractors take pride in their work, it shows.
“We’re only human” was the builder’s favorite excuse for the deficiencies identified by our home inspector. It’s a running joke around here each time we discover something else that isn’t quite level or square or attached. “HUMANS!” I hope we don’t find out six months from now that the plumber was wrestling with his humanity on city sewer tie-in day.
Yes, that is exactly what I heard the builder say to the electrician who came in and hacked holes all over the place AFTER the painters had finished the office.
And yes, that is exactly how the builder left it. I had to hire someone to fabricate and install supports for the bar because the builder threw his hands up at my asking for the job to be completed before we moved in. They were “jumping through hoops,” he said, already fixing mistakes that were made by their sub-standard contractors, and now I also wanted the two by fours replaced with proper supports? What a demanding customer!
Yes, that is what I walked into on moving day. Nothing was cleaned. I spent a days working on the construction grime. It has been about six weeks now and I am finally getting settled back into my casual routine.
Dishes (once again)
Housework seems to never end
But there’s no crying over milk that’s spilt
In this house that humans built
And so it goes.