A frenzy in plaid

I think Robert must have received a note, words cut out of The Citizen and messily pasted together.

"Hang CURTAINS by 2 p.m. or we kill PUPPY," I imagine the note saying.

So we have been starting about 8, and finishing, or more properly collapsing, at 5 or 6 or later for the last few days.

In the meantime, the plumbers have installed the water heaters, and plan to set in the "deduct" meter tomorrow, which measures the difference between domestic water and irrigation/pool water so we don't have to pay sewage rates on water that doesn't get treatment.

And the electricians have put in two of the high fans -- in the bedrooms, so we can get the beds set up. (I think beds have to be made by 10 a.m. Thursday or a kitten will die.)

Roy and Joe have been wrapping up a series of little projects -- closet organizers, shelves, strapping down the 5-foot tabletop Robert had the foresight to bring down, though we can only store it outside.

Oh, and little details like city permits. It turns out that the permit holder is the only one who can call for final inspections leading to a certificate of occupancy, which will allow us to move in. And sweet, helpful Carolyn at the Building Department said that since Ref couldn't call her, I'd have to -- which meant applying for a new set of permits, with their attendant fees.

I did the paperwork, she notarized it, and then I got back to hanging curtains before another small animal was tragically abducted.