And by that I mean we are waiting for the framing lumber to arrive. In case you were wondering, this is what an obsessive compulsive homosexual building site looks like. All of the digging is done, the downspout drains, catch basin, and sewer connections were all finished but the site was a muddy mess. I couldn’t walk around it without either getting 5 inches of super sticky mud on my shoes or without having my shoe get stuck in the mud and come off. So I called my guy and last weekend we picked up all the trash and debris left behind by the various crews who got us this far, we leveled the site, and then we spread wood chips. David, and a few of our neighbors, and our builder, have all made fun of me for spending time and money doing this since it’s likely to get trashed as soon as the next crews arrive, but I don’t care. It can’t be as bad as it was. And it looks so nice. As I said to Elliot, quoting Oprah, “When you know better, you do better.” My point being when the next crews arrive perhaps they will SEE a higher standard for this job site and then work towards it.
As for waiting for wood . . . David and I have been joking about that phrase since the foundation was finished. We learned that the phrase, which we both like and find funny, is common in the porn industry from a New Yorker article years ago. Waiting for lumber finally gives us the chance to say it in day-to-day conversation!