I’m at my 20-year college reunion right now, so typing time is tight. I’ll simply say the beauty of attending such an event is this: I am assured I’m not the only one my age with a paunch and thinning hair. However, to my credit, and unlike many of my peers, I have not chosen to grow facial hair as a counterbalance to the loss of head-top hair.
In other news: the contractors working on the kitchen remodel have lost the plans–you know, the ones that were full of hand-written notes about small changes; as well, even though they filed for a building permit three weeks ago, it hasn’t come through yet, so they’ve been working without one now for two weeks. Any steps of the process that require inspection, such as some work on the heating pipes they did, cannot happen until the permit comes through; thus, progress has slowed. Also, the architect feels pretty sure the bathroom he designed is fine (we’re adding in a half-bath, too), but he’d feel even better if it were measured one more time…so in the interim, that means the cabinet-maker can’t start making the cabinets, as any change in bathroom size will affect cabinet size.
In short, the remodel, with its various derailments, seems right on track, ja?
And all of this means I should drink a whole lot of Surly Beer at the class of 1989’s social hour tonight, right?
Help me with my rationalizations here, people.