I have to start with what happened over the weekend. Roscoe was scheduled to go in for his "Pet Visitation" evaluation with the behaviorist at the SPCA on Friday. I gave him a bath, trimmed (and filed!) his nails and even scrubbed out his ears. Loaded his tea-tree-oil-smelling butt in the car and then the phone rang - the woman who was to evaluate him was home sick! All cleaned up and no place to go! However, within minutes Dave called about the front door. He suggested that he pick up the door and take it to the shop/door hospital where all the groovy tools are, and of course I said yes! Roscoe and I visited a few yard sales, and then met Dave at the house to give him the door. I have to tell you a little about this door, and why I want to save it at all. First of all, it has that cool old-timey wibbly glass, which I think I learned somewhere is because glass is a liquid even at room temp and it's always sagging - the older it gets, the more ripples are in it. I think that's so awesome. Plus, it's one heavy SOB! I actually had to ask for help getting it from the porch to my truck. Totally worth keeping! Of course I'll wait until after all the inspections are done to reinstall it, because someone is bound to say it's not hurricane proof or some such malarky. Hey, it's lasted this long, hasn't it?
So that was Friday. Today is Monday, and even though there was no demolition next door, the good news is that I got in early this morning, a fresh start after a wonderful three days at home. I was expecting the AC guys, and also Don... not sure what he would start on, but I was a little apprehensive about so much going on at once. Sean arrived first, and began the excavation of the left side of the back yard - just to see what was there and lay out a plan for the retaining wall. I'm going to have them use railroad ties over there, just for something different... I'm already feeling guilty about all the concrete that's going in. As he was digging, he found another old retaining wall like the one on the right side - so when Don got there he stopped working, because more excavation means more $$. Now I wish I had a picture of it, but you can use your imagination here ______.
We had a meeting and we're kind of hoping that maybe the guys that come to take the building down might not mind one more scoop of concrete chunks to add to their pile. If we ask nicely? I'm also going to hit them up for some of the landscaping rocks that are in the front yard - if I see them going into a dumpster I'll see if I can intervene.
So... The guys wrapped it up and I headed in to the City, armed with pictures and my most innocent "responsible new homeowner" face. I didn't walk in and say "what the heck are you guys talking about?", instead I put on my best Dale Carnegie, and it worked. I spoke to the head guy, Mark, and began by apologizing for not getting back with my revisions sooner. We went over all that, then I said that I decided on a 4' fence instead of a 6' fence, but someone said it still was too tall. He asked me one question: what is the level of the land INSIDE the wall, and when I said it was about a foot below the level of the block, he said I could go as high as 6' from there. Are you with me? In other words, I could put another foot on top of that fence with no problem. Phew!!
Then I moved on to install a ceiling fan that Jake and Bobbie had just taken out of their guest room, and gave to me over the weekend. I put it on the front porch - but for some reason it wouldn't turn on. It may have something to do with the way it was taken down - there were some wires to the light fixture that were cut. It will take a little analysis, maybe a call to Jake - I'm sure we can figure it out.
Maybe tomorrow some DEMO!!