I have been working with a local green builder on the project.  Readers of this blog will recognize the history of my initial attempt to do this mostly myself, and my eventual realization that I would need professional help (not of the psychiatric sort! Shame on you for thinking that!). 

However . . .

My project manager was fired by the firm’s boss last Friday.  They each have their own account of what transpired.  Depending on whose story it true, this is either a serious setback or an opening to get some things done in the near term.  Either it is the case that there is a new fellow (whom I have yet to meet) on the job, or there really isn’t and the replacement is a part-timer biding his time until another job starts (possibly before mine is finished).   

And my former manager was either a wasteful, incompetent who was the root of the delays (and was going to cost me a pile in excess costs), or the big boss is a senile micro-manager who does not fully embrace MY vision for the house and is a greedy, scheming, crook.

Sounds like a bad divorce does it not?  I don’t fully believe anyone and am waiting until I meet the new dude and see what progress can be made now now now.  But perhaps I am Vladimir (or am I Estragon?) waiting for Godot.  

Some good news: the drive should be done.  A neighbor lady came in to tell me that trucks and trucks were taking things through my gate.  That would be the millings for use as a topping.  I noticed that the drive had been re-graded with a higher crown yesterday when I went out to collect rocks.    I failed to get out this morning but tomorrow is another day.