arrgh. i love the new loft. i do. but the devil's in the details, and the details got me down.
the guy from the phone company came yesterday as we have no dial tone, even tho we should. he confirmed: signal's coming into the house, but not into the jacks. must be a break in the wire, but he can't get to it. why not? the knuckleheads who built the place with faulty phone service also put the cable behind a brick wall.
these same geniuses just replaced the lights in the bedroom and studio with ceiling fans. i like ceiling fans, and the lights were only naked bulbs hanging by wires, but a lovely breeze is not a replacement for light.
and the closets still don't have poles for our clothes to hang on, so we hang them from a big beam in the living room. that worked out (temporarily) until they took back the big ladder that let us reach the hanging clothes. the shower door leaks. the base of the toilet leaks (but praise to jebus that it's incoming, not outgoing). there's a leak in the ceiling of my studio behind the drywall. they may fix that leak some day, but i have little hope they will ever replace the (eventually) moldy drywall. the kitchen drawers stick badly. the kitchen cabinet doors knock into each other when opened. our back door still has a pice of panel where a window should be.
and the missing painting count is up to two, and both are seven feet by seven feet, the largest work i have right now.
damn. i need a klonazepam.
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