I'm back- and I now have windows and doors, a bedroom blind, and a really neat piece of petrified wood one of the construction guys saved for me- he found it while digging out the new patio space. Apparently, the building sits atop an old quarry- which explains the humungous rocks in all the flower beds. Still waiting for outdoor screens, new patios, fencing, and repairs to the ceiling- destroyed accidentally during construction- and just noticed a crack in one of the windows- there goes the argon gas- but it could be worse.
I'm still startling every time I hear hammers, and Mr. Boo is so stressed out he actually got sick with the kitty trots- antibiotics cleared that little wonderfulness up- but we're still hanging in there. The current bets are being placed that the construction won't be finished until Easter, with some adventurous souls willing to gamble on July 2012- just in time for the supposed apocalypse.
I'm still startling every time I hear hammers, and Mr. Boo is so stressed out he actually got sick with the kitty trots- antibiotics cleared that little wonderfulness up- but we're still hanging in there. The current bets are being placed that the construction won't be finished until Easter, with some adventurous souls willing to gamble on July 2012- just in time for the supposed apocalypse.
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