There’s a very small chance that some of the anxiety I’ve felt this week has been due to a lack of patience.  Now, I know that might be a little tough to believe, but if I had said that it was because some things have stressed me because they were outside of my control, I know that no one would believe it.  Yeah, for anybody that might have missed it, that was sarcasm.  On a very serious note, it’s been a great help having Sandi make some of the phone calls and share some of my aggravation.  I’m grateful for her help.

I’m doing really good at tearing things out.  I think demo is really my strong suit. Removing cabinets, ripping down sheet rock, tearing up vinyl flooring, and just generally making a mess seems to come pretty naturally to me and I’m having a good time doing it.   It’s surprisingly cathartic.  But, for all the progress I’m making, I haven’t been feeling quite as optimistic when it comes to relying on others for help.  Still no word from the electrician.  I’ve called and left messages, but so far, no call back.  There’s power at the barn and the generator is working, so maybe this is where a little patience might be handy.  The well guys showed up yesterday and tried to pull the pump, but discovered it’s bound up by the wire, so the entire works need to be removed and replaced…  265 feet of 4″ pvc casing, 265 feet of wire, 265 feet of 1″ pvc supply pipe, the pump itself, and oh, by the way, they want to charge for labor, too.  I finally connected with Rick, the digger guy (should that be capitalized as a proper noun?  The Digger Guy?  Nevermind, probably not important.).  Turns out he just finished a job and had time to come by this afternoon.  He thinks the septic tank replacement should go well and he ought to be able to start next week.  As a bonus, his best-guess price is a little less than I was expecting to hear, so it made yesterday’s well news a little easier to take.

I won’t bore you with the other little details, like the challenges with finding Internet, the unbelievable lack of available, sewage holding tanks in the greater, Cripple Creek area, or the traffic jam the other day caused by a dozen wild donkeys just wandering through town.  Still beats I-5 traffic anywhere between Chehalis and Seattle, anytime of the day or night.

Oh, and I met the previous “owner” today.  He’s the guy that sank almost $90,000 cash into the house and was later told to leave without a legal leg to stand on.  Interesting conversation, to say the least.  Maybe a tiny bit awkward, too.  I’ll leave that for tomorrow.  Speaking of which, tomorrow is moving day.  My time at the KOA is up and I’ll be moving up to the property full time.  Let’s hope the arrangements we’ve made regarding the water, holding tanks, and Internet pan out.