No picture. It would look like a Wanted Poster. I've had three highly stressful days...
On Sunday, My Dog was viciously & repeatedly attacked by a hunting-dog let loose from its cage where, it happens, the dog shits, pees, eats, sleeps & barks 24/7. Oh! And the pen has a tin roof. You can just imagine the conditions inside. The dog's owner was weed-wacking to his heart content in his white-trash style garden when the aggressions occurred. He saw the whole thing. Did this person bother to come to our aid? Did he bother to catch his dog, who attempted several times to continue with his attacks, and put... him... back... in his disgusting pound? Did he care to find out the extent of My Dog's injuries. Or, even offer his apologies? No. He continued to weed-wack.
The day before, this... this... this frigging idiot decided to burn the cut limbs from the trees in the makeshift parking lot at the base of the Medieval bridge. The ban on burning anywhere anything at anytime was in effect. Did this frigging idiot bother to abide by the Burning Ban? Did he choose to move the dried limbs from underneath the trees before striking a match? Did he even stand by while all went up in a violent plume of fire? No. He struck the match. Then, he went on with his weed-wacking his in-law's white-trash styled garden on the other side of the bridge and well out of view of the conflagration he had started. Now, we have half-burnt trees in the make-shift parking lot.
This frgging idiot is a passionate hunter. Perhaps, passionate is not the right word. Maniacal, more like. Our Builder... see below... who hunts with this frigging idiot told me he won't ever hunt with him. He said this frigging idiot is trigger happy. Once, thinking a swaying bush was a boar, he blasted the poor forest plant into another Time/Space Continuum. And, the pant's leg of a fellow hunter.
Got the picture? Enough for the weekend.
On Monday, I waited all day for a non-appearing Work-guy with a motorized buggy to help me carry away all the Dirt & Debris collected from the excavations in the Cortile & Sottopassaggio. I called Our Builder, but, to no avail.
Yesterday, Our Builder showed up to see what all still needed to be done with the Upstairs Apartment. He went immediately to the Terrace. There, a sweat-smile Moroccan Work-guy was setting in place the caps to the four pylons of the Terrace. They looked terrible. Our Builder turned to me and with all the aggression contained in his 5'-4" Sardinian body, asked what to do. I quite calmly told him that the caps needed to be cut down. Why have pylons resembling four priest with those ridiculous wide brim hats a-la-Vaticano. Our Builder went ballistic. He said I was costing him Time AND Money. He said he did not care a whit about the work on my house. He said he would not continue so. He resigned. Yes. He resigned. Then, he walked off. I let him huff & puff back to his truck. I then called Our Geometra... on his vacation... to inform him of Our Builder's decision AND to explain My Position...
A) Our Builder is late AND we are not to blame. While we were dealing with the Search & Find of the wood flooring, Our Builder could have done a myriad of other tasks... plumbing, excavating the future Laundry Room, to name two. Did he? No.
B) We are ideal clients... we rarely change things and if we do, we normally do so immediately. If we are asked to make a decision, Mr. You & I confer and then give our prompt answer. When Our Builder asks for money, he gets his money. No such thing as 30 days pass due, etc. And, we do not complain when three weeks pass with n'er a Work-guy seen on our premises... and so on & so forth.
C) I know Our Builder is stressed from the continuing difficulty of rising prices of materials, changes to the rules which govern construction and other clients on his Task List, who are far, far from ideal. Difficult AND indecisive would be two words to describe them.
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D) I cannot continue with My Items... painters to paint, flooring to be installed, bathroom & Kitchen out-fitted until Our Builder's few items are finished.
I suggest Our Geomtra make a call to Our Builder. He did.
An hour later, Our Builder called to apologize AND asked for forgiveness. I said that there was nothing to forgive. Let's get going to complete this Upstairs Apartment. He said yes.
Exhausted, I took a nap. I slept heavily for an hour and a half. Gads.