Quiet has set in. Work has been steady and I seem to be back in the swing of things and my life has pretty much fallen back into place where I had left it a year or so ago. Which is great.
For once my lack of blogging can be excused, to a degree. No, I have not taken up vigilante crime fighting in my off-hours. And no, I have not started a small-time extortion ring. Yet. Instead, I have been without internet. Humor me and pretend to give a damn and think ‘Why is that?’ The reason is pretty simple: I am homeless.
Two of my closest friends, and probably the only two people that check on this site anymore, know that my family and I were planning on getting new digs. The general idea of this was to:
1. Tear down the old home behind the one we had lived in
2. Detach and tear down porch on current home
3. Do some light landscaping in preparation of more [professional] landscaping in the future
4. Move the current home to the side and re-hook up the electricity and mooch off showers with relatives
5. A new well would then be drilled
6. Some heavy-duty landscaping (including reinforcing a crumbling river bank) would occur
7. A new slab would be put down
8. And finally our new pre-fab home would be delivered
Only things didn’t quite happen that way.
Under the instructions of the contractors we left all of our possessions in the home, piled at one end of the home (my room) while the whole place would be shifted. This sounded pretty odd to us, that we would be putting all of the weight on the same point where the most pressure would occur but hey, they’re professionals, right? So, long and short is that the whole frame cracked and our home was ruined. In the meantime a new place had to be found to live in and all of our “stuff” had to be put into a storage unit. All of our money was pretty much hinged on this whole plan working as expected and at every step we were assured that everything would be fine. So when it wasn’t we had to do a lot of scrambling; thanks to the friendly, generous friends of Fipi Lele my family and I were able to hold things over and find a place to live. What was left was a lot of hard labor that was mostly left on my father’s shoulders, as our contractors pretty much washed their hands of the whole deal, and there’s not a lot of labor that someone with my surgeries can do (and my mother has a hernia).
A lot of drama went down around this time and I don’t think I should say much more as things seem to be back on track (knock on wood), though a lawyer is waiting in the wings. The rental we’re at doesn’t have internet and so I have done a lot more reading, sleeping and local tv watching than I’ve done in a long time.
Hopefully by the end of the month our new place will be delivered and we’ll be living there by July. Cross your fingers, please.
In the meantime, I’m hoping Becky will come by and drop some 411 as I haven’t been in as much contact with her as I’d like lately. I do know that she went hiking sometime a few weeks ago and she took some pics.
Go look at them on flickr.
