It's Back!!!!!

The rage.

I was practicing music on my guitar last night.  This is an activity that takes 100% concentration and what pops up through all that concentration...

Rage!  At my builder, of course.  

Right out of the blue, during the second verse of the Indigo Girl's song Closer To Fine, rage. There I sit, iPod fired up loud, Indigo Girls blaring in my ear phones, pounding my guitar and rage finds it way into my mind.

Not good!

Over the last three weeks, we have not talked to him once.  We have received a few cryptic text messages that were incomprehensible.  Do those count as communication?  I think not.

We received a price and contract from Union Fenosa last week .  They are on the hook to get our electricity in 60 days (work days) which really means 4 months.

So the end is in sight!

As I look at the progress on our house, he won't get it done in 4 months.  There is no way.  You can't put a man working on our house one day every 2 weeks and get it done.  That is his track record.

It is time to give him an ultimatum.  I am wary of drawing the line in the sand.  This tactic is just as likely to backfire as to succeed but I'm so sick and tired of this shit!

We got a vague text message that we will meet him next Monday.  Like that will really happen. 

We owe him about the same amount of money that it will take us to finish the project by ourselves.  I am a little scared to pull out the big club and threaten to throw him off the project.  

I guess it's time to reach down and grab some existential, intestinal courage and LET HIM HAVE IT!

I am going to my house today with a friend to make the 220V extension cord to connect our generator to the electric box.  

We will have electricity today!  

Abiet, from a generator, but we will have it.  

Technically, we could move it tomorrow.  If, of course, the house was completed to the point we could live in it.  You know, with water and stuff.

But not!

So the frustration continues.