Bad News: A setback has put a damper on my plans....
It seems the builder I was scheduled to work with decided to temporarily drop a few smaller clients to take on a bigger contract. That means that instead of having my house ready for delivery by October, they want to deliver in December.
I live in Canada !! That's not feasible !!!
So reluctantly, I will reschedule my project for the spring.
I did get quotes from other builders, hoping to still pull off my plans, but of course, they were more expensive. Honestly, I'm kinda glad they were, because I still prefer the work of my original builder.
I have to look a it in a good light. More time to tweak my plans, which I like. And a few extra weeks to work on felling the rest of the trees that need to go before excavation (Part Deux) can begin. Between meetings, playing phone tag to reschedule my trades, and work, I've been pretty busy.
The extra 5 to 6 months of apartment bills kinda suck. Not what I expected. Such is life at times. I will have to work my butt off to compensate though. Fun times, I like to think that I still have things under control ;-)
The Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary Day 983 of My Captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
Every time I go to give him a scratch, he'll swing his body around hoping to get a nice butt scratch. I just keep switching sides on him :P It's pretty funny watching him trying to get me to that "special" spot... They make life so much more interesting ;-)