Fade to black....
To give you a bit of history, three years ago, we planned on breaking through a wall and extending the kitchen since I feel it is the heart and soul of the home. Check.
The the architect came in. His father has drawn up the plans for the house when it was built years ago. He was nice. He was friendly. He was sneaky too (in a good and bad way).
"Hey BP mom, would you like a bigger sitting area for the family to eat?"
Answer: Sure.
"Hey BP mom, looks like you would like to create a quiet room, so let's add a fireplace and close this room off."
Answer: Wonderful.
"Hey BP mom....want to add a loft with a spiral staircase for added guests?"
Answer: why not?
"Hey BP mom, let's move the master bedroom, add a balcony and french doors? Another bathroom?
Answer: yep.
"Another bedroom with a bathroom?"
Answer: absolutely.....
Then it happened...a water pipe burst and destroyed the first floor throwing all plans up in the air. Now we had to gut the first floor and begin from scratch. Everything on the first floor was destroyed. It was sad because there was so much history. yet, it was an opportunity to build in a way that would be conducive to gatherings and the modern lifestyle. So we slowly began the process with permits, plans, edits, lots of trips south with no where to stay, mold removal and remediation, bids for the builders, and so on and so on.....A few hurricanes hit, work stoppages, permit issues, tile problems (this will be an entire post).....
Now we are in year three. What has been done? Well, it is still unlivable despite a permit of occupancy. There is no room that can be used including the kitchen. The floors are not done.
The painting had been started and not completed. The roof has a hole in it as does the master bedroom. 
The garage has visible mold and the builder is over budget by .....
I won't give a figure per se, but if I was looking under the sofa for extra change to pay him, I would have to break into every house in the US for their sofa change and then take out a loan or five.
What if I go to the penny slots? I could try to win the difference at the casino...come on, my luck has got to change....or not...
In fact, I got no so great news yesterday to add to my mold issue.
It seems I broke my wrist in October. yes, I got an Xray and it read 'no break.' No, it did not fully heal, so I spoke to Dr G about a month ago who ordered a MRI. Well, Thanksgiving and Christmas came and went. I was working and taking care of Pop.
Had to sell the childhood house (sniff), so I ignored the pain...yes, I continued to work out but could not do planks or weights since it still hurt.I finally acquiesced and got the MRI last week. Yep, non displaced scaphoid fracture. Yikes!
OK, headed to hand and wrist doc on Monday when I return. This makes life even more interesting as I agreed to play tennis biweekly on a team that begins in March. Oh yeah, and Biggest Loser begins on Monday! I already told my weight loss partner about my woes and tried to release her from her commitment to be my buddy. But she is a loyal trooper and wants to stick it out with me. Oh boy, more pressure.
And so, I continue to thank the good Lord for His blessings and will handle one thing at a time. In the meantime, writing about this seems to be helpful....sorry to bore you.
OK, off to confront the builder about the expenses. As I would say to BP Grandmom, "This is another reason why I drink."
Peace
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