As I move into middle age (the middle ages?) I know myself. More and more over time, I have come to learn about my level of tolerance. I could tell you that I have a fairly low tolerance for things like gin, gluten and perhaps even sugar. Alternatively, I have a fairly high level of tolerance for pain, tequila and a person’s right to marry who they love. There are some things in life where my tolerance has improved – say with wine or long haul air travel (arguably, the latter probably due to the proliferation of frequent flyer upgrade certificates). But its clear overtime, that my threshold for stupidity, arrogance and poor service is at an all time low.
We’re mid-renovation… can you tell?
Honestly. What is so hard about taking on a job and finishing it… correctly… and on time… and leaving the place in the same (or better) condition as when you found it? Seems like the basic tenets of home renovation work, doesn’t it? Except that my friends, is a rarity. Imagine hiring a contractor who delivered the job on time, on budget and as promised without a thousand things to be corrected/ fixed/ repaired. Sounds like heaven right? Well its about as common as a Snowman in the Sahara.
You don’t need the gory details. Trust me, its as boring for me as it would be for you, so I’ll save you that tsouris. Its just that I’m done, the kids are done, J is done. Its been 5 weeks and its going to be 5 more at some undetermined date in the future and its nothing but heartache (and back ache from all the packing and unpacking and cleaning and scrubbing). We want our house back and we want to get back to normal, whatever that is. It might be fun if we were getting a spanking new whatever at the end – but we’re fixing something that was broken so the big pay off will be to have it look exactly as it did when they started. The drag is that in the meantime, the house is taking a beating and so is everything and everyone in it…
So that’s my new understanding about myself. I have a very low threshold for contractors and missed deadlines and shoddy workmanship. Maybe my tolerance for gin will increase after this?