Aaaaaannnnnnnd, today the first signs of a train wreck became apparent.
All the inspections were supposed to be done by yesterday: the plumbing inspector, the electrical inspector, and the inspector inspector. Today the plasterer was supposed be here to do the walls, just in time for the cabinetry to arrive on Friday morning. Tomorrow morning. And then of course the appliances on Monday.
Well, Man plans, and God laughs.
I gather the plumbing inspector has signed off. The inspector inspector showed up this morning and, according to the contractor’s partner, left “somewhat happy” and told him to spray some more red caulk at a couple important areas. But the electrical inspector hasn’t been here yet, and I don’t think he’s been scheduled yet. The partner told me that the City office has been overwhelmed due to COVID-19 and inspections are proceeding very slowly. That’s understandable.
The plasterer cannot begin sheetrocking the walls until the electrical inspectors sign off. The plasterer also cannot plaster a room that is filled with enormous boxes of cabinetry and/or appliances. So the contractor is going to have to figure this one out.
I am remarkably calm. Twenty years ago I’d be hysterical. But I am anxious.
An interior designer friend stopped by (what a delightful, random surprise!) specifically to look things over. He was favorably impressed with the work so far, and sympathetic to the current dilemma.
Thank goodness it’s almost the cocktail hour! On my midday walk through the cemetery I spotted a corroding marble obelisk that included the epitaph “An excellent spirit was in him.” In less than half an hour I’m going to have an excellent spirit in ME, which will help!