So, where have you been?

Wednesday night, I was so upset when I came home to find that NOTHING had been done on the house this week. Last week John and I released a portion of the remaining balance of the addition to the contractor - we are believers of supporting small business, and our contractor was strapped for cash since healthcare for the year was due. In exchange, he offered to do the labor of installing sheetrock, taping, and mudding our addition for free. I was also ensured at that time that he had no other side projects, that we'd get his full attention.

Well, I found our "full attention" of this week unacceptable. I wanted to give him a giant red "Unfortunate" stamp on his forehead, much like one of my college-level-in-high school professors used to do when we failed to live up to expectations (a B) on pop quizzes. So, I called Wednesday night and after the common courtesies, I said, "So, where have you been?" He was taken aback by my frontness, but managed to fumble out that he had been at an out of town funeral. Now it was my turn to fumble, feeling like an awful person for assuming that he was blowing us off.

He has been here all day Thursday and Friday. The work is still slow, but we have a prayer of maybe having a working bathroom downstairs by the time we leave for Arizona...