I got some bad news today. The permit process has been even slower than hoped -- 3-6 weeks have lengthened to 9 weeks (due mostly to layoffs at the Village, so it's the economy's fault), and then there were some issues with our plans (requiring drain tile under the rear addition, and an egress window in the non-habitable basement, and more smoke detectors and the like). Revisions have taken another few weeks, and now we're close to finalizing those, I think, but Pam tells me that it's taken long enough that it'll be 2-3 weeks before she can get an excavator out to our site, because of course with all the delays, she's had to take other jobs in the interim. And I can't blame her at all, but damn. This is so insanely frustrating, I could scream.
I don't mind all the work of the renovation -- I like the domestic research aspects, even if it does mean twenty trips to the paint store, reading obscure books on Victorian decor, searching for affordable tile on the internet, researching DIY options for making a zinc counter to your island, etc. and so on. But I hate the delays when nothing is happening. We'd hoped for a May 1st start date, then a June 1st start -- now we're looking at July 1st? Which means if all goes well, finish by the end of the year? What do you want to bet on it all going well?
Argh. Just argh.