Let the Countdown Begin

July 9.

That is when Fred and we agreed that demo/construction would begin. I would have shot for July 2, but we'll be out of town for a former student's wedding the weekend before, and there's no sense starting July 5 (which is a Thursday).

So we have two and a half weeks to get our stuff together and out of the house (and all our stuff: I had thought [ok, hoped/wished] that we would be able to keep some stuff in the garage... nope, it's all got to go... I'm just not sure it'll all fit in a pod). Fred says that his crew can help us move (either into the pod or into the truck to take us to Surfside... we just need to let him know).

A couple of loose ends were tied up last night: the upper deck was included, the lower was not (that's ok... as far as I'm concerned the concrete pad is good enough for the back patio), and the full-on HVAC forced air unit wasn't included. This was a drag. We talked about it, and with Lisa's chill issues and my overheating issues, we need it... so Fred and we are going to split it. Another 5K. So the total price is now 380K. What the hell... it's only money.

I'll call the City to get permits throughout the week. Also, I think I'm going to try to spend at least two hours a night, breaking down/packing stuff. Tonight, Lisa and I will have to make some hard decisions as to what stays (and what gets tossed), and what gets stored vs. what moves with us to Surfside.

Friday, Lisa and I will take a little ride down to Malibu to check out Fred's construction site... should be fun.

Not as much fun is the fatigue I'm feeling now... I haven't had a good night's sleep in nearly a week, with all my dreams involving moving, packing, or throwing stuff away.

I'm tired...