Hear that giant sucking sound? Listen harder. There it is. The sound of my bank account being sucked dry. “Oh, Jay,” you’ll say “You should have known better than to start such a giant, impossible task in the middle of a recession. I mean, come on, you are an independent bookseller. How much money did you think you’d have?! Well?? Answer me!” [Side note: I always imagine my friends and family are judging me more harshly than they probably are.]
“Hey, wait!” I’ll say. “Don’t be such a jerk. I’m handy. I can do most of it. Plus, how was I supposed to know that our trees would have to be trimmed RIGHT NOW to appease our neighbors? (Not Lori, the most Awesome Neighbor Ever. The other ones. With the dog. And the roaches. And mice.) And, ok fine, yes. I did know that expense was coming. But what about this?!:
Ok, fine. Yes. I realized gas was creeping up to $4 per gallon, but that’s not supposed to apply to me.
Anyway, since my last dispatch, we got a second (more expensive) opinion on the electricity, and conflicting advice about the plumbing. One plumber said we’d have to build a new wall and drill through my closet floor and through our roof to vent the sink.
Hear the crickets chirping?
The other plumber was more reasonable, but it was still going to cost more than our budget, which is zero. SO, Lori’s awesome idea to move the sink is on the chopping block. Instead we’ll focus on not burning the house down and installing cabinets.
And it is sooo time to work on cabinets.
The good news is that I got to spend part of the weekend with my family in Effingham, and pick up a band saw, a floor sander, a bunch of wood she was going to BURN (!) and other miscellaneous items of great use from my sister Terrie (the other tool fairy), so the tank of gas was worth it.
For now, though. We’ll be waiting for the mighty bookstore to give us our monthly bread.