House next to us sold. Storage boxes are in place. TH and I are expecting the worse and hoping that it will be better. We're realizing that the never used driveway to the north of us will soon become a battle/construction zone and there will be a fence between us and our new neighbors.
That is of course, the worse case.
Something like this piece of crap that is currently behind and kitty corner to us.
Slated to go on the market for only $1.1 million! Just! The house next to it is no winner, but still.So, we think of our contigencies, contact surveyors and pray that it doesn't get demolished.
Other than that, Ernest and I are painting the main floor bathroom. He has been very participatory. He escorted me to the hardware store to buy paint and tonight helped prime the woodwork.
Tomorrow, he gets to paint! I hope he likes bluebonnet for his ears.
I'm in the process of trying to find the least painful way to get my parents from Santorini to London and guess what, there is no way unless you want to fly Thomas Cook Airlines, so we'll all plod to Athens together and see what they can do for six or seven hours before they head back to London.
This travel thing, more than one person, is quite confusing. TH and I have it down to an art.
More on that later.
Toodles.
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I can so feel your pain.
Get ready:
*research your town's noise ordinances and get them enforced
*ditto with debris removal and large truck traffic
*have lightweight sawhorses available to throw up in your driveway in case detours drive turn-around traffic into your driveway (and thus on your NYTimes)
*ask to see the builder's plans and offer your opinions about parking and garbage can position readily, even if they are not solicited
*do not let them encroach on your yard for any reason--they will smoosh the roots of trees and be long gone when they crap out
That is one seriously ugly house. Bit like the "gothic monstrosities" in our peaceful english village.
*sigh*
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