Sorting at the site
Hard beds and cold rooms remind me of an earlier time. To revisit the uncomfortable, at my age, and be expected to pay for the privilege… Sorry, but I’m moving along.
We counted on getting access to the site this morning, and by delaying our arrival (just a bit), we arrived at an ideal time; the work crew just firing up the generator and getting their tools ready to rock and roll. We didn’t want much, and within a few minutes the range hood and lamp were offloaded and we were ready to tour.
Still lots to do, and the lad who helped us explained that the crew was “spread a little thin”. Nothing I can alter, so we skipped to the next thing on our list and began measuring window frames. Roughly. In a mixed metric/Imperial way. After all, this was to serve for a purchasing estimate.
Already in the area, we visited the campground. Empty, windy and cold. Check back in six months or so. I sent a photo to the owner, to show our anticipation. And then off to the big city.
Lunch, involving tasty meatloaf and our preferred owner-operator. In and out in rainy weather, and off for a delayed meeting at the bank. Cordial, and we now have (another) account. And there were still windows to be covered.
After an hour of translating measurements and choosing filmy fabrics, we were handed an estimate of our needs. Perhaps beyond our means. We’ll see. After all, the house isn’t ready for us to move in and worry about privacy.
