Everything was moved out of the apartment on Sunday (final bits were done today - I locked the door and called it done tonight) and shoved all my possessions upwards seven feet towards the porch of the house and put in the house (every room is piled full of my things, except the kitchen, which has a water heater and a furnace in the middle of it and cannot, therefore, have anything piled in it.) The house is now quite a bit higher in the air because they've now propped it up in preparation for the foundation to be put in...when we get done with the stupid permits.
Because, oh my, we are seriously into Permit Apocalypse here. I have five different groups working on this lot: septic, plumbing and heating, electric (which has two) and contracting. Everyone has to have their permits in and approved by the city BEFORE we can proceed.
Help.
Me.
Lord.
I'm not even worrying about the phone line not being in the house because quite honestly, I have no idea when I'll be physically living in the house. Because I'm not, obviously. I'm at Mum and Dad's until I actually can live in the house. I want this over with already and I keep worrying we're going to run into winter with this (really hope not.)
So ONCE we have in all our little permits, THEN, OH, THEN, we can get this going.
I hate permits. I hate them with an undying passion.
I have new carpet and I can't even put it down because I can't get in there because it's under construction because permits.
I'll let you know when the situation actually changes.
Ta,
Bec
29.9.15
26.9.15
Stage 2 Complete!
So, Thursday started out with Mum and I standing around with coffees in our hands, watching WPS guys yowl at the stupid traffic idiots who didn't understand that the guy in the hard hat waving his hand at you is saying GO THROUGH, STUPID.
Then Charter took their dear sweet time getting there and held up the process.
And then things started to go really fast. One minute the house was being pulled out, the next it was whizzing by me at about twenty miles an hour, and soon enough it was around the corner and on the lot, just. like. that.
Two hours easy and it was over entirely.
The house is sitting in a four foot deep pit propped up and waiting for all my crap to go into it tomorrow. I have to be out of my apartment by Wednesday, but the inspectors are coming in on Monday, so my time is up.
I'm living at Mum and Dad's for the moment because the house isn't hooked up to anything because there's no basement and I'm chipping away at a mound of permits that would kill a lesser mortal. But I have not come this far and seen that house on the lot to give up now. I will grit my teeth and do it even if it kills me. It just might.
I'm estimating two to three weeks before I get to move in. Sigh.
BUT, along with everything going in tomorrow, my brand-new chunk of carpet will wait for me to put it in until I actually am in the house.
So, let's hope the paperwork doesn't kill me.
Ta,
Bec
Then Charter took their dear sweet time getting there and held up the process.
And then things started to go really fast. One minute the house was being pulled out, the next it was whizzing by me at about twenty miles an hour, and soon enough it was around the corner and on the lot, just. like. that.
Two hours easy and it was over entirely.
The house is sitting in a four foot deep pit propped up and waiting for all my crap to go into it tomorrow. I have to be out of my apartment by Wednesday, but the inspectors are coming in on Monday, so my time is up.
I'm living at Mum and Dad's for the moment because the house isn't hooked up to anything because there's no basement and I'm chipping away at a mound of permits that would kill a lesser mortal. But I have not come this far and seen that house on the lot to give up now. I will grit my teeth and do it even if it kills me. It just might.
I'm estimating two to three weeks before I get to move in. Sigh.
BUT, along with everything going in tomorrow, my brand-new chunk of carpet will wait for me to put it in until I actually am in the house.
So, let's hope the paperwork doesn't kill me.
Ta,
Bec
22.9.15
We Are Go For Thursday
It's official.
8 A.M. on Thursday, my house will take its little jaunt across the road and be planted on the other side, right smack between the apple trees.
It took a LOT of phone calls (about seven or eight today alone) and screaming (all me, really) and Mum running every which where because I can't, not right now, and emails and some more phone calls and me jumping up in fright every time the bloody phone rang again, but Stage 2 of this process is underway.
Next is Stage 3, getting all those permits and getting my house hooked up to water, septic, electricity, gas, and phone lines. That will be coming in the next couple of weeks. I'm temporarily moving into Mum and Dad's for a bit because the house won't be fit to live in for a while yet, and I have to be out of my apartment by next week Wednesday.
I just have to survive Thursday morning without having a heart attack, or my mother having a heart attack, or anyone else having one. It would tie things up so unmercifully.
(I did just watch Doctor Who's new episode, so forgive the very not-me language suddenly popping up.)
Sigh.
Here we go. Most stressful part of this whole thing is about to begin. I have the feeling I might not remember very much of it because it'll feel like a dream, or a nightmare, or a combination of both. My graduation days were all kind of like that - I was so afraid of tripping over my own feet (it's me, so this is always a possibility) that I didn't enjoy the day as much as the ones who got to watch it happen. I have to remember to breathe, and maybe find a balloon with sand in it to squeeze so that I don't kill a folding chair's armrests.
Or just have some ambulance people equip me with an oxygen tank and a box with labels that I can shred, or bubble wrap, or a pot to clean. Something, anything to relieve the tension. I am going to hurt so much on Friday because of all the stress.
Gotta get some sleep. Next two days are going to be crazy.
Ta,
Bec
8 A.M. on Thursday, my house will take its little jaunt across the road and be planted on the other side, right smack between the apple trees.
It took a LOT of phone calls (about seven or eight today alone) and screaming (all me, really) and Mum running every which where because I can't, not right now, and emails and some more phone calls and me jumping up in fright every time the bloody phone rang again, but Stage 2 of this process is underway.
Next is Stage 3, getting all those permits and getting my house hooked up to water, septic, electricity, gas, and phone lines. That will be coming in the next couple of weeks. I'm temporarily moving into Mum and Dad's for a bit because the house won't be fit to live in for a while yet, and I have to be out of my apartment by next week Wednesday.
I just have to survive Thursday morning without having a heart attack, or my mother having a heart attack, or anyone else having one. It would tie things up so unmercifully.
(I did just watch Doctor Who's new episode, so forgive the very not-me language suddenly popping up.)
Sigh.
Here we go. Most stressful part of this whole thing is about to begin. I have the feeling I might not remember very much of it because it'll feel like a dream, or a nightmare, or a combination of both. My graduation days were all kind of like that - I was so afraid of tripping over my own feet (it's me, so this is always a possibility) that I didn't enjoy the day as much as the ones who got to watch it happen. I have to remember to breathe, and maybe find a balloon with sand in it to squeeze so that I don't kill a folding chair's armrests.
Or just have some ambulance people equip me with an oxygen tank and a box with labels that I can shred, or bubble wrap, or a pot to clean. Something, anything to relieve the tension. I am going to hurt so much on Friday because of all the stress.
Gotta get some sleep. Next two days are going to be crazy.
Ta,
Bec
17.9.15
Permit Hell
I have a half-dozen permits to have filled out before they move the house. It's up on blocks...just not going anywhere. I am working on it. I have my fingers in five pies at once and they're all coming up strawberry (my least favorite flavor.) Someday it will be over.
I am also taking a course online through Coursera and working forty hours a week and, oh, by the way, I'm moving in a week and three days. No stress, right?
AGH!
I haven't started ripping my hair out...YET.
Ta,
Bec
I am also taking a course online through Coursera and working forty hours a week and, oh, by the way, I'm moving in a week and three days. No stress, right?
AGH!
I haven't started ripping my hair out...YET.
Ta,
Bec
3.9.15
Digging Starts Tomorrow!
Hi,
The digging starts tomorrow. House should be moved next week. Things are hauling along spiffingly now. Just the pace I like. Hup, hup.
I cleaned up the property tonight and went and made measurements of a couple of rooms in the house so I can get a judge on how much flooring I'm going to need in future (hint: Not much.) I would rather do it now than before furniture is in the way and I can't get a proper measurement.
Let the crazy begin!
The digging starts tomorrow. House should be moved next week. Things are hauling along spiffingly now. Just the pace I like. Hup, hup.
I cleaned up the property tonight and went and made measurements of a couple of rooms in the house so I can get a judge on how much flooring I'm going to need in future (hint: Not much.) I would rather do it now than before furniture is in the way and I can't get a proper measurement.
Let the crazy begin!
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