"What? That it is/was a super human interest story? Something that movies are made about?", you ask.
Well, yeah, of course. I mean, how can you not be amazed, constantly, at the strength of the human spirit? But, really, that wasn't the epiphany that I had.
"Well, if that's not it, then what could you possibly have had an epiphany about?"
The fact that, at that moment, my thought was, "Goddamit....I want my basement office back up and in working order!"
"WHAT?!" I hear you squeal.
Really, please stop squealing! You are piercing my eardrums! Yes, that was my thought. If my basement was back in working order so that I had a quiet place to run, spit out some pithy, yet brilliant, blog post, and run back upstairs to watch the rescue efforts.
I still haven't gotten the electrical taken care of.
The son of the guy who did our original electrical work was the one that came to get the details of what we wanted done so that he could fax us a quote. Apparently an hour of small town bullshit got me squat for my offer to throw money at them. And all for the whining and complaining that their funds were getting thin because the electrical work that they were doing for the local Wal-Mart's weren't getting their coffers refilled fast enough. (Apparently Wal-Mart is slow in paying their bills, and yet I never have been and my checks cleared...go figure!) He was supposed to fax us a quote for the electrical and a seperate quote to do the drywall for us. My hard earned dough for not only his dad's business in the electrical portion, but money in his pocket to do the drywall. Those quotes were supposed to be there within 2 days, and work to start within 2 weeks. I gave up counting how long it was since he'd been here at 5 weeks.
At some point the husband him called his dad to ask if they were still interested in the job because we hadn't gotten the quote. His dad said yes that he was still interested, that he would check with his son about getting us a quote. Nothing. The dad called us again the other night, asked us if we'd gotten the quote yet. Nada. The husband him said that he sounded pretty pissed off that sonny-boy had fucked around with that, but that he would check into it and call us back in a couple days to see if we'd gotten anything. Zilch. Now dad is taking shit over because apparently he's finally realized that his son is a lazy, no good, fool. All he had to do was ask me....the son was my original horseshoer when I first moved out here and he was a no good, lazy, unreliable nit-wit even back then.
So....my office still looks a lot like this....piles of lumber and the black hole of my brain!
I was hoping for having this done by Christmas...maybe by next Christmas! Hell, at this rate I could build an entire house faster than it's taking to get work done on a measley little 500 sq ft basement. Ooo! Now there's a thought!
Oh, honey!?!?!?!?! >=-)
Jewell =) xo