On Monday, the contractor said that this part of the work would be finished on Friday, today. But I had my doubts. I mean, look at what the room looked like this morning? How could that be? Still, I hoped.
Okay. I tried to hope. Then the contractor asked Rob if they could stay late. Yes. Of course, yes. Stay as late as you need. Then he said he’d be back on Monday. Monday? Monday is not Friday. Monday is next week! Another week!
When we were told it would take one week to do the floor, I didn’t believe it. I assumed two weeks. So Monday it all started and, the following Monday, we were told “this Friday,” a validation of my assumption. Naturally, I am disappointed to hear that we will have to wait longer still, that he will not be here at all over the weekend to finish up what he said would be done on Friday.
And so be it. Nothing I can do to change the circumstances. Besides, I have too many good things going on to get hung up on how endless the renovations are beginning to feel. And what are these good things? I’ll share some news tomorrow. In the meantime, the banging is still going on even as I type this and I’m enjoying a lovely glass of wine.