Here’s last night’s blog. I opted in
favor of sleeping the clock around, when I should have had an all-caps headline
shouting the news: CONSTRUCTION HAS BEGUN! After trying since early February,
we finally got a work permit. We had waited so long and applied so many times,
only to have some new objection pop up, that I thought when we finally got it
there should be a celebration—cameras flashing as the Bundocks posted the
permit on the door, bubbly flowing, lots of clapping.
Instead Lewis Bundock came in one morning,
patted his pocket, and said, “Got it.” When I asked about posting it, he said
roofing permits get posted. He and his brother, Jim, have to have this one on
them at all times.
And there was no swarm of busy-bee
workers. The plumber came one day and they took the old tin shower out of the
apartment so they could see what’s underneath it; the a/c guy came another day.
Building inspector is due Tues., and Wed. they will dig a trench in the yard to
bury electrical wires—first real sign of construction.
At this point, it’s hard for me to
imagine a fully furnished apartment out back and me living cozily in it. I am
focused on my foot and its inability to bear weight though this too shall pass.
Every day I think I see a bit of improvement—less swelling, less pain when I
step on that foot briefly. Christian is coming for lunch today and I want him
to look and compare swelling to Wed. when he took me to the doctor.
Meantime, if I learn patience from
waiting for my foot to heal, perhaps I can use it in watching the daily
progress of construction on Judy’s Cottage. I’ll either take pictures or
commission Lewis to do it.
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