I don’t always understand the logic of their holes- do you?

So we have finally had the stereotypical contractor situation. This week, off of a bit of a whim, Tom and I decided to go with a certain electrician who was recommended to us. We wanted him to update all of our electricity. Because I don’t want to go through all the emotions that I have felt this week. I’ll just sum it up in a few sentences. Basically what we were told would be a three day project, has turned into a two week project complete with police visits, no shows, and a lot of holes in our walls and ceiling. It has taught us patience, and given me a chance to admire Tom’s ability to demand performance in a sensitive and caring way. I have learned to be understanding despite frustration.

On the behalf of the electricians I should say that our house is made of cement. We have cement in all of our walls up to the second floor. Why? I don’t know, maybe being that it was built in 1945 and they were worried about the war shifting to America? Who knows, all we know is that it has made rewiring a nightmare of a job for these electricians, so that combined with a weak work ethic and an unorganized plan of action, has made up for- well Stress.

Wire and holes everywhere! My biggest excitement is the four cans we added in the front room. They add so much light- but still offer the long line of the ceiling.

Really the worst part of it all is that it has really stifled my progress with the house. Without electricity on the main floor and with four guys working around the house, it has been hard to get much done. I have taken up more work outside as a result- spraying weed killer, digging out stumps, weeding the cracks in the driveway, and taking care of my little garden.

Can you tell what’s missing? tThe stumps!

Before with the awnings- and after without . You can’t tell but the stumps are gone int he front too

The good news is that our previous workers sent two people to take off our awnings- which has been wonderful! I love having them off. I interviewed and was selected for a teaching job at Avon School of Music. We bought a couch. Tom and I completed all the prep to put door knobs and dead bolts in all of our doors. Tom took of the security door on the door to the grage, and is down to 6 security screws on the back door (which just so you know are impossible to get off), I have the living room pretty much prepped to be painted, I have a few more holes that need one more round of joint compound. But I filled and sanded a bunch yesterday. We stripped the paint from the threshold of the kitchen door to reveal beautiful wood that we are excited to stain.