Self Pity

Sorry about last week, I can only image the disappointment at not being able to enjoy the text and pictures documenting the rapid building progress of this house. Ms. Biggs has demonstrated great patience and is holding up well (not easy for a 65-pound dog at 14 years of age) but I admit I am losing mine. Some days I understand the delays and just go with it, but on other days I want to fire contractor Mitch and put up a “For Sale” sign. When Mitch assured me I would be in by Thanksgiving, I had no idea he meant 2010. Silly me! Silly presumption!

Yes, I am still at the stage of “internal progress.” You know, all the work that is being done is behind the walls, on the roof, under the structure. What’s the good of having famous photographer Lynn Davis as a cousin if she can’t take pictures of my house? Oh woe is me, woe is me, and woe is me.

But enough of my self pitying indulgence. If I stand back far enough, like somewhere just to the right of Sarah Palin’s Alaskan home, just in sight of Russia, I can really be excited. I love how everything is coming out. Considering the budget and time restrictions, it really is the house I’ve always wanted. Even if I had more money to spend I don’t think I would have changed many things—some of the details, but not the size, I wouldn’t want anything larger. Yes, a garage would have been great but I can always add that on later. I wonder if contractor Mitch will be available!