Told You So!

It finally happened. I snapped. I don't think anyone has ever accused me of being hot tempered--a repressed temper is more of an accurate description--but when G.C. Mitch told me that my house will not have operable windows, screens, or a deck until next spring I began to seethe with anger. I kept quiet until I was half way home in the car when I finally called Mitch and vented my anger...to his voicemail. "No way will I accept [his] four year completion date." NO MORE MR. NICE GUY!

Now, will everyone who told me over the course of the last two years to fire Mitch please say it in unison so we can get it over with: Told you so!

We had a meeting with Architect Joan and listed everything that needed to be done for my move in. Trust me, it was more than just the installation of a kitchen soap dispenser. As you can see from the photos he has cleaned up, which right away makes you think there has been some progress. It looks more like condensing than cleaning. All the junk that was previously in the living room is now in my bedroom. My biggest surprise was the water puddle on the floor and the remnants of a waterfall on the wall. "Don't worry," said Mitch, "it's only because the window isn't completely caulked and the seams in the copper roof panels aren't soldered yet." Boy, was I relieved!

I have retained two men to do work on the landscaping...please don't tell Laura Bohn, she told me she wanted to do it. Now it's not like I don't think she's capable, it's just that Laura does a great job at what she thinks is right. The problems begin when we don't agree on what's right. This site just isn't big enough for the two us, especially when there's a steep precipice on the property.