The contractor is a recent transplant to the area as so many of us are. That is part of his difficulty in getting started in business up here. He needs to have accounts at all the local building supply companies and he needs to have a cash reserve before he bids jobs. He waits to get paid from previous jobs, and when the money doesn't come as promised, he goes down to Long Island and makes $240 a day working at his family's tree-cutting business. So Bubba gets left behind working the upstate jobs while the "boss" goes downstate to finance the next phase of the current job.
Bubba likes to talk and we are getting to know each other way too well. I really want them finished and out of there. Bathroom #1 needs a piece of tile (Bubba forgot to look up) and the threshold that separates the hardwood floor in the hall from the new linoleum in the bathroom. Then #1 will be finished.
The tub area in #2 is also finished and he started on the floor today. The subfloor is in and he should be able to finish that up tomorrow. The exhaust fans were vented by the boss before he left for the Island this afternoon, and all the electrical outlets that needed to be upgraded to grounded and GFRI were finished on Saturday (Yup, they worked from 10-3 last Saturday)!
Now that the daytime temps are in the 30s almost every day, the geniuses are almost, and I repeat for emphasis, ALMOST ready to think about doing the siding. Bubba said this afternoon that boss-man was thinking about asking if that could wait until spring! Well, actually, it could. The only thing that absolutely needs doing now is the snow guards that keep the snow from shooting off the metal roof all at once. Aside from the consequences on the ground, which includes a compressed mountain of ice, the snow damages the vent pipes on the roof as it builds up behind them. So yeah, that has to be done.
Buster slipped his collar at 11 this morning and decided that freedom was something to be cherished at any cost. We knew when he was down the pasture aways after the dogs in a pen made more noise than usual. Then... the bay of a coonhound and we knew where he was. The freedom is actually good for him as long as he stays away from the highway, and so far, he has.
All the stuff we need to buy for Christmas is bought and under the tree. Not much else happening, which is fine. I need to gut a bit more wood and I should be able to do that soon. I burn on my f-finger of my right hand has made everything difficult. Tonight I can finally type with much difficulty, so it is getting better, slow but sure... can't have a scab on the end of a finger....
Yawl have a Merry Christmas and whatever else you celebrate. But I might be back before that.... I posted a pic of the tree on fb, but I'll stick it here if I still have it for those who aren't fortunate enough to partake in fb.
Crap! The pic is too large by 90.1 kb.
