5.11.2009

One Step Forward 20 Steps Back

So you remember all that work we did? The beautiful trenches for the foundation? How "far along" we were? Well we are right back to where we started.



The Mister took me to see a movie yesterday. Smart move since it starred Gael Garcia Bernal. I'm on cloud nine enjoying being back until he takes me to the house where an 8 ton dumpster full of dirt is parked in our driveway. Huh that's weird!



I asked just how much of the 8 tons we had to shovel. He never gives me an answer. So I shoveled, trying my best to hold it together and not cry from pent up anger. We didn't finish and it felt like we only put a tiny dent in the hours that we worked.



Today my back hurts, my arms burn, and my hands are blisterd, the skin on them thin. We shovel again. This time until the 8 ton dumpster is empty and the trenches filled. I couldn't feel my hands until I poured water on them which felt like acid rain. Not even the joy from watching a beautiful movie yesterday makes up for it.



Never have I wanted to yell "I told you so" in the loudest voice I can muster.

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STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE



Before you break my heart, think it oh oh over.

We need to think it over. Turns out the city we are doing our remodel in are super sticklers. They have the hardest hitting city planners / inspectors in the LA area. We had no clue, we should have known, but hindsight is not only 20/20, it's worthless. We are in the shit. In the trenches digging for dear life to put back 8 tons of dirt back into the ground before the city inspectors come down on me like a 300 pound jail mate. I feel like Macgyver using camo techniques to escape detection. We have an engineer/architect drafting some plans to get the approval from the city. They should be ready to go tomorrow. We are in limbo and i can feel the flames licking me.