In there, somewhere, they are tiling the apartment bathroom! The end is near! The only trouble is, this should have been done a few days ago.
These guys had a three – month window between their promised end date and my first renters at the house where I have been staying. Three months. Wendy and family arrive on Sunday afternnon and really, I’d like to be in the apartment. No way, the guys are telling me, not even if I eat out and skip a shower or two. It’s not the tile. It’s the paint. The finish coat won’t go on until Monday. The floors won’t go in until after that. The floors are the issue I guess, more than the paint.
So I’m driving to Paris, five hours in a Toyota IQ. Did I mention that my car has been in the shop for a month? They are promising that it will be ready on Tuesday. We shall see.
There is an outside chance that my life will begin to pull back together on Wednesday — car and country abode, both on the same day! — but it would be so silly to bet on that.