So.. two months later... things are happening!
After about a month of calling the insurance company regularly and never being entirely sure what was going on or when work would start, I get a call on a Friday asking when my furniture will be moved because the contractors are ready to start as early as Monday. Right. The movers came on Tuesday and packed up just about everything I own and loaded it in to a truck. The contractors started Wednesday.
The insurance company set me up in a nice hotel dowtown. It's an apartment-suite, with a itny kitchen and a separate bedroom and living room. There's basic cable, but no radio in the living room. I was going through CBCR2 withdrawl, but I bought computer speakers so I can listen online (phew!) There was also no frying pan or proper knives... I had to buy some of those, and hopefully will be reimbursed by insurance, hehe.
I went to visit after the first day of work, everything was ripped up right down to the concrete, and a lot of the walls were just bare studs. It was creepy, like my house was a ghost of itself.
The contractor claimed he couldn't match my oak floors and so he ripped them all up. When he told me he couldn't match them I kind of rolled my eyes. Right, clear laquered red oak... they don't make that anymore?? Anyways, it means I get to choose new floors. Except, making choices is really not my strong point, and have you ever LOOKED at flooring? There are SO MANY OPTIONS. I am actually GRATEFUL that he gave me a pretty modest budget, because between that and the fact that my apartment is below grade, the options became cut rather quickly. After comtemplating bamboo, I went for yellow birch. Something about the continuous straight lines of bamboo just isn't as appealing as actual wood...
I also picked new ceramic for the laundry room. Now I have to choose paint. I hate choosing paint... there are too many colours, and I constantly second-guess myself.
I'm trying to have fun with this stage of things. It's hard, because it's also stressful. I spend a lot of my time on the phone with the contractor and insurance people, and trying to hunt down a plumber who actually answers his phone. I have to drive a lot more than I would like in order to go and choose the wood/ceramic/paint, and driving downtown is a freaking pain in the ass. There's at least one more week or work to be done, hopefully not much more than that.
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