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Just Call Me General

In an absolutely unexpected twist I am now going to be my own general contractor.

Long-depressing-story cut short, our contractor would not contact me, despite my best, and I mean, very best efforts to get ahold of him.

So we decided to move forward on the Lucky house without him.

Simple, right?

Not quite.

The neighbors that we bought Lucky from need us to move the house so they can bring in their pre-built home.

Oh, did I mention this needs to be done by October 15th?

Nothing like a little pressure to make a girl kick it in gear.

I spent most of the day yesterday making phone calls and lining up subcontractors to get the house moved.

Here's where I stand as of tonight; I have the electrician and the heating/cooling guys lined up to disconnect Lucky, so she'll be ready to move. I am working on getting the plumber lined up as well. The house movers are booked through September, but they are going to try to be here as early in October as possible, weather permitting.

So where will we put that house when we move it, you ask? I'm working on that too.

I called a friend, of a friend, of a friend, you know how that goes, and he is trying to line up someone to start the dirt work. If we can get someone to do the excavating, then the husband, of my Hubs', grade school friend will pour our basement. (Make sense yet? Nope, didn't think so.) Then the foundation will need to set seven days for the concrete to cure, so the house can be moved onto it.

If the basement cannot be poured in time, then we will have to move the house onto blocks and then wait to dig a basement, then lift the house again and set it down in it's final resting place. (Too morbid?) (Too many parentheses?)

Oh and we have no contractor to do the addition on the house yet, although I am actively working on that as well! In the meantime, I have to figure out the dimensions for the concrete work that will be poured for the addition.

And the cherry on top is that ALL of this depends on the house movers even being able to move the house in time.

Whewwwww, have I overwhelmed you yet? I may be teetering on the edge of insanity, but my saving grace is the fact that I work best under pressure situations.

There is so much to do and I am going to be handling a lot, but to be honest, even though I know I should be panicking, I'm not.

There are just so many terrible things in the world and this is pretty small on the scale of third world hunger, war, etc.

Today I am choosing to be positive... It's either that or stay up late writing posts for all the world to see and watching this show, while drinking this. Oh, wait....

Any advice? Have you ever been in charge of a renovation or project that required a lot of scheduling? All advice is appreciated!


P.S. One of my favorite blogs posted pictures of the new addition to her farmhouse kitchen! I love it!

 

 

 

 

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