Remember when I called the City for a copy of the original builder’s permits and plans? Randy went to pick them up last week. First, they gave us the wrong plans – for a house a few doors down from ours. Then, when they did retrieve the plans associated with our house number, it’s a different house. Different layout, different size, different everything. (Library? What library?) Uh oh. I can think of a number of implications, but I’d rather not. None of them are good.
If you’ve been keeping up with Randy’s Current Status blog, you’re aware that we had an issue with the granite supplier. I think we were waiting for a big problem to occur, because we hadn’t really had one up to this point. Today was to be the big finish day, when the plumbing would be hooked up to the sinks and the dishwasher would finally be on-line. Not having the granite backsplash causes the tile to be delayed. Not having the main sink installed means that the plumbing can’t be completed, and there will be yet another day with no dishwasher. Yes. ANOTHER day with no dishwasher. Honestly, if I have to wash dishes by hand in the laundry room sink much longer, there’s gonna be trouble. Perhaps even some breaking of plates, with no happy dancing, nor “Opah!” involved. If they’re broken, they don’t have to be washed, right? In any case, we are both very surprised that we are having difficulty with this particular company. Of all of the parties involved in this renovation, they were the last people we expected to cause problems or do poor work.
Chevey is widening his scope a bit in the house, as we’ve been able to let him out more often while we’re there. There’s less danger and risk that he’ll get into something he can’t get out of, or that might hurt him, now that the countertops are in place and most of the chemicals and sharp objects are gone. He still loves plastic and has now decided that the bathtub in the master bathroom is his own personal giant water bowl. He’s now putting things he likes in there. I hope that next time he steals my earrings, he’ll continue to put them in his real water bowl or else they’ll likely go into the bathtub drain. Oh – and he is now running up to me to say hello when I come home, with the purr meter on high. So cute!