I have miserable dogs. They don’t understand why they (1) have to be in their crates or (2) have to be confined to one side of the house or (3) have to be walked on leashes with no freedom to roam The Compound grounds. They can see through the windows that intruders are on the property with power tools and other amazing and interesting things (like hands to pet them). And they couldn’t run screaming into the living room to repel the UPS man, a cruel reality for dogs who live to hate anyone delivering mail or packages to The Compound.
If they only knew the worst of it–that if they went into Tim’s apartment right now, there would be NO STAIRS to climb and so they wouldn’t be able to enjoy such blissful things as Rex’s crate or the corner where the litter box used to be (dogs are always hopeful that something forbidden and good could return as mysteriously as it vanished).
I, on the other hand, couldn’t be more thrilled with trying to work while men–all versions of the affable DeWitt from SOMEONE LIKE YOU–yell at each other over the sound of the aforementioned power tools. I also get to watch as every leaf that’s fallen in the yard enters my house through open doors. After the new back door lock was installed, the guy realized there were no keys in the package. I had to call Tom, who went and bought a new lock and brought it home. Then there was the thrilling moment after they ripped the carpet from Tim’s stairs and he came over to say something that sounded like “blah blah blah termites blah blah blah.” After he administered CPR, I learned that there was termite damage to the stairs from the time before we bought the property (when the seller had to have the apartment tented and termite-treated). It’s just old damage with no sign at all of any living termites.
I’m better now. The dogs: not so much.
You mean they weren’t able to take on the mail slinger? Oh … a sad day indeed! You know what that means … he’ll just come back tomorrow.
Check your mail. You will feel better soon.
This is good for me to read, Becky. Since we want to take out a wall, and put in cabinets, and then redo our deck area for a screen room, I am learning just how bad it might get. Ugh. I am so not good on things taking a long time to do. Keep us posted on the events.
Poor dogs. I feel for them.
I’m raking the damned grounds tomorrow. I can’t take it anymore.
Will Becky be taking pictures of your exertions?
And no stairs in your apartment. Isn’t your bedroom upstairs? How long is that supposed to last?
Oh, they did an amazing amount of work today. They got the bottom few stairs done, then tacked down the rest of them so Tim could use them. All the stairs are cut now, and the guy will be back in the morning to finish installing them. If Friday morning means before eight, like Thursday morning, think how happy Tim and Rex will be to wake up so bright and early! I’m sure they’ll be like little rays of sunshine.
Or maybe death rays, penetrating the back wall of my house and damaging me for being the person who thought it would be a GREAT idea for new stairs in Tim’s place. =)
Well, at least now he won’t have to worry about falling through termite damaged stairs and having to spend quality time at the hospital again. (for that anyway)
That would make me ecstatic (as would getting some of the plants watered) as long as I know you aren’t overdoing it. Please take care of you. =)
I hate the uproar of having construction stuff done to the house, although it’s worth it when it gets done.
I feel for your dogs.
Dash says: Give them a laptop and a little alone time. It’s all good.
They’re not speaking to me this morning. And by that, I mean that they aren’t glued to me every second, which means they’re getting used to the idea of strangers around. Hopefully that’s a temporary thing, because they’re one part of my alarm system and crime deterrent.
Are the wearing below the butt crack tool belts?
And considering how it goes with contractors, they’ll be done in two to ten months.T
BYW, the leaves are a are like a Disney animated fantasyland of color around here.
No butt cracks, which is fine with me.
*hugs you all*
Just think how great it will be when it’s all finished . . .
I am thinking of that. It’s the only thing that would have made me embark on this upheaval, because I really like a peaceful Compound. But it’s way overdue for a facelift. Though I can’t do everything I’d like to do, this is a start.
The worst will be when the floors get refinished. Everything has to go out of the house as if we’re moving. This is an opportunity to purge, I guess!
I hope there is more purging than there was last night…
That was MAJOR to let go of those book covers. Not to mention the dogs’ birthday hats. Y’all are brutal.