Ahhh…la vita italiana.
Full of nothing but wholesome pasta and strong vino.
Don’t get me wrong. We have some good pasta down here in the south – and our wine ain’t too shabby, either, but sometimes you just wanna get going! You want to buy personal products in the middle of the day. You want to have more than one restaurant option for your lunchtime meal. You want to finish building your new house before your kids inherit it.
That’s where I am today.
Thirty months ago – yes, 3-0, Peppe began meeting with an architect to design a new house. A good two years later, we had a final design, and more importantly you know, permission to build. Last summer, in an unprecedented move, contractors agreed to work in the month of August, and we broke ground.
Peppe spent the last month comparing bids for the next lavori, and had just about made a decision. Contractor #1, who will remain nameless due to the unfavorables mentioned below, has worked with us on several occasions. He completed most of the work on Il Cedro, and does a pretty good job on most projects. My problem with this guy, aside from his overall nasty demeanor and unpleasant personality, is that he is…well, less than honest in most instances. He helps himself to leftover material, paint, and other supplies that were purchased by the customer, and more than once large items – such as a hot water heater – walked away. When questioned about this, he replied…”I didn’t know you’d need it.”
Why would Peppe even considering hiring a contractor like this? Well, because, in his own words, “At least we know he is dishonest…someone else might be just as bad. And, we wouldn’t know it!”
How is that for Italian logic?
Well, luckily for us Contractor #2 came along, agreed to the same price as “The Bad Guy” and could start three months earlier…aka – today!
This is what we have so far…