Serbian Dance Party. Apparently our contractors are in better contact with each other than with us. After our electrician finished putting a new hole in the ceiling last night, Jovan showed up in the morning to patch it back up. We didn't even know he was coming.He (and his trusty companion Sergio) managed to run donw my punch list before i even had a chance to put it together. Little things like straightening trim, touching up grout and cleaning up painting were done before I even got home. It might have had something to do with me not being around to pay him last weekend, but I'm not that cynical.
The highlight of their experience was the internet radio (called squeezebox) that Deedle picked up over the weekend. There are three Serbian radio choices so they were rocking it out, and asking for details on where they could get one and how to set it up. I wouldn't be surprised if they took the check straight to Best Buy to get Sqeezeboxes of their very own.
So we said our farewells, let him complain about how long it took, and waved from the porch as the dented white panel van disappeared over the horizon. OK, it wasn't quite like that, but is a bit like having a room mate move out. You might not have ever wanted them around, but you can't help but notice when they're gone.That, and I'll miss Jovan's ability to actually get the electrician to come.
DeeDee's parents are coming this weekend, so we'll have to get our kitchen out of boxes and have more than two plates. Who knows, maybe we'll even have a dishwasher or outlets in the bedroom.
I'll keep you posted.
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