Breaking free from the backfilling
I have this dream; a phone call announcing the completion of our building project. And I have reality; a phone call that clarifies the current state of things. Sort of. What I actually received was a request to authorize a substantial payment to one of the contractors. I decided to check with him, just because.
Given that the triumvirate (banker, lawyer and contractor) had already conversed, my call to the contractor was optimistic. Yes, the heat pump is onsite. . No, not hooked up yet. Still waiting for the underfloor PEX to be threaded in by another contractor; next week. And the “soft start” was on back order. Not exactly job done… I’m trusting enough to assume that work will continue even after the payment is in the back and front pockets.
Let’s push the potential move date into, perhaps, next month. At least.
On other fronts, son #1 made his leg back from the sunshine. Five hours in the air, and almost three hours to clear the airport. Flights tend to land together (help me with that one, somebody), which lengthens the queues at the border. Nothing so zealous as a customs inspector faced with several hundred tanned faces. Part of the price to pay for a little fun away from snow and ice.
His car was in our yard. Securely. Held in place by a strategic backfill from the municipal snowblower. This is a smallish car, which means that the fore and aft to maneuver free don’t have the same weight that a big truck might. Cut your wheels – later. For now, just aim for the driveway across the street and goose it!
