So much has happened the past two weeks, I could almost write a book. On the 5th and 6th, John and I walked the house to start our punch list.
Oops! The bench seat in an upstairs bathroom was cracked when the shower door was installed. There was no material left, and there is a search to see if another fabricator has like material. Otherwise, the guilty party will have to cough up for an entire slab. It’s not looking good for them.
I took pictures of everything needing attention and the end result was a 120-slide PowerPoint, which grew to 135 slides after our four-hour walk through with the project manager on the 8th.
Mystery unsolved: At one time, there were shelves for this cabinet. Then there weren’t.
You get this when an inspector says to move the electrical meter from the side of the garage to the back. There are now four or five spots all along the side of the garage that need bricks replaced.
Later that day, we met with a bank representative to sign some documents related to our construction loan.
The real fun started on the 9th when John went into the hospital for a cardiac catheterization, after which the doctor said it was time for a bypass. The night of the 10th, we were in the ER until 1:00 a.m., on the 11th, Eric flew home for spring break and a week ago today John had surgery.
This is a therapeutic pillow given to all surgical patients. You hold it against the incision area and it serves as effective counter pressure when you cough or sneeze.
He did well: the surgery did not take as long as anticipated (apparently, he followed my orders to behave himself while in there); he got his breathing tube out in record time; and he was out of bed sitting in a chair the next morning and walked two circuits with the nurse around the ICU. He made good, steady progress, and by Thursday he was lobbying hard to get out, but wasn’t discharged until Friday.
The last time we were this exhausted was when we had an infant and a toddler in the house. Part of the blame goes to scheduling the surgery around the change to daylight savings time. His 5:15 a.m. appointment felt like 4:15. Add to that a stressful week prior and the stress and preparation of what was coming, and you have one bone-weary couple. The night of the surgery, I crashed into bed around 8:30 p.m. and woke up the next day around 8:15 a.m., still fuzzy-eyed and brain dead. It was hard to resist the temptation to stay there all day.
The support and encouragement from our work family has been overwhelming. Several even brought meals to tide us over after John got home. On top of that, our builder and his wife (future neighbors, too) brought us a delicious feast yesterday of grilled salmon, fresh asparagus and two more sides. We were blown away by their kindness.
The weekend before the surgery, we picked up the pantry and sewing room closet shelves from the Container Store. With John directing, Eric installed the top rail in all three closets. With the hard part out of the way, it will be easy for me to assemble the rest of the components once we move in, so thank you, Eric!
The master closet was outfitted last week
and an appraisal was done on the house in preparation for closing. Meanwhile, the subcontractors continue to trickle in and out to address all the bullet points on the punch list. Here’s an example of something they fixed:
In light of some of the larger issues needing correction, we’re rather grateful for the closing being moved out, although we don’t yet know exactly when that will be and really don’t care at this point because we are focused on John.
We are so ready for everyone to GET OUT. Still, there’s nothing like a crisis to jolt you back to the big picture. Our house frustrations pale in comparison to what could’ve been without medical intervention for John. We are hugely thankful that he is on the road to recovery and that all indications point to him returning to a normal life filled with regular activity.