We stopped for lunch along the winding road home from camping, which marked our return to cell reception. The first thing through was a text from our builder asking me to call as soon as I got reception.
Dread.
We drove home instead.
Once there, I learned about an inspection hassle. (Oh, one day soon enough, there will be a long post about remodeling in San Mateo County. Once I stop either crying or seething in anger.) Then there was a perceived drainage issue (also a county-produced hassle), but the upside was that we arrived minutes before the cement truck. It was time to get the party started.
And we had a party crasher! Old man neighbor up on the hill. Our property runs up the hill and into a clearing, which is a nice buffer from neighbors...theoretically. While we don't have a neighbor behind us with a view of our home, there aren't fences, which makes our property more open than I'd like. One of our neighbors will frequently trespass around our property and has even come down into the backyard area. Not cool. But the crasher was actually the old man two doors down, who let his nosiness get the better of him.
Anyway...we have a foundation. This is my new kitchen.
