These correspond to this and this.

I forgot to note the mysterious box above the vent hood. My guess: it’s Hoffa. I wanna be there when they bust it open.

We got the demolition permit today, construction permit is tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon, they are going to start pouring piers.
I better get some “before” pictures.

We were not meant to close on the loan today. First we went to the bank. This is not where you go, you go to the title company. Then, when we were less than halfway through the paperwork, Ace shows up hugging a big box of Cheese Nips (orange hat and shirt to match) and notices that our bank put the wrong amount on the loan. Lame. And too late to fix it today. Better luck tomorrow.
(2 points go to Ace telling us that we were about to give him too much money and -2 points from the bank for saying it didn’t matter.)

Ace stopped by this morning to pick up the last of the permitting paperwork. He needed a pic of what was to be demolished, and we didn’t have a pic of the carport and storage readily available, so he ran over and took one.
Look at our dumpy little carport!

I mean, our house isn’t really dumpy, I swear, but seeing both on paper and in my head what it will look like has definitely skewed my vision of what it looks like now. I feel like every flaw stands out and waves its arms and announces itself with glee. See how the storage leans severely to the left? See? SEE???

So I took the paper over to the bank today. I dropped it off with the sweet lady at the front desk. She’s sweet, but I have issues about this kind of stuff. I want it to be like in a movie where she jumps up and runs it to the proper person immediately, while the entire foyer full of people breaks into a song-and-dance number focused on the song-and-dance routine of remodeling a house and the bureaucratic paper process that naturally accompanies. Maybe there is even someone dressed up as “the paper,” kind of like Bill up on Capital Hill in the old Schoolhouse Rock cartoon.
Yes, I ate bad fish last night.
Anyway, more waiting, and with David out of town, I don’t think there will be a lot of “expediting” going on. The only problem with his name being on all of the paperwork and not mine is that I am like the cute but powerless secretary… or barefoot and pregnant wife.

My House

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Ugh. This is exactly as addictive as I thought it would be. My headache says, “Go to bed,” but I just keep measuring stuff.