First inspection: Passed!
I had a dentist appointment at 9:30. Dad had a dentist appointment in a different city at 3. We had no idea when the inspection was going to be until 9:10, when the inspector returned my message and said it'd be at 11 - a time we could both make! YAY!
Then I got to the dentist and found out I was actually scheduled for cleaning PLUS x-rays, photos, and full exam... for two hours.
I told them I had to be out of there by 10:50, even if it meant I had to reschedule, and they were awesome. I've never had such an efficient cleaning (and naturally, people shared remodeling stories while my mouth was full of tools). The dentist said "Boom! Boom! Boom!" as he scrolled through pictures. Finished up at 10:40. My hat is off to my dentist office for their pit crew level performance.
I remembered to get nervous just as the inspector pulled up, but it was the head inspector --the guy I'd talked to before -- and he was totally relaxed. "Yup. Yup. Prior owners did weird things with the gas line, I see what you mean. How about I tell you a story about the old days when I worked in construction..."
He signed off on the exterior sheathing, basically, because he can't sign off on framing until the electric's in. I said "That's fine -- I just wanted to be sure there wasn't anything wrong with the window framing, so I can install them." and he stared at me and said "Why ever would there be, building to the plan I'd already approved?" as if the worry was vaguely insulting.
I have a notion that was mostly for dad's benefit, as part of a 'oh, look, we both have widdle daughters who are newbs at this construction thing, how cute' vibe -- but I don't care, because so far that's always worked in my favor and just means he's been very helpfully explaining everything (...yes, I am occasionally willing to abuse the fact that I sometimes bring out protectiveness in older men).
He gave us really good advice on how to work the floor, too -- it's going to be easier than we thought. YAY!
Now, it's almost 12:30, I have two errands to run, and it's beautiful outside. I'm thinking of just not going back to work...
Then I got to the dentist and found out I was actually scheduled for cleaning PLUS x-rays, photos, and full exam... for two hours.
I told them I had to be out of there by 10:50, even if it meant I had to reschedule, and they were awesome. I've never had such an efficient cleaning (and naturally, people shared remodeling stories while my mouth was full of tools). The dentist said "Boom! Boom! Boom!" as he scrolled through pictures. Finished up at 10:40. My hat is off to my dentist office for their pit crew level performance.
I remembered to get nervous just as the inspector pulled up, but it was the head inspector --the guy I'd talked to before -- and he was totally relaxed. "Yup. Yup. Prior owners did weird things with the gas line, I see what you mean. How about I tell you a story about the old days when I worked in construction..."
He signed off on the exterior sheathing, basically, because he can't sign off on framing until the electric's in. I said "That's fine -- I just wanted to be sure there wasn't anything wrong with the window framing, so I can install them." and he stared at me and said "Why ever would there be, building to the plan I'd already approved?" as if the worry was vaguely insulting.
I have a notion that was mostly for dad's benefit, as part of a 'oh, look, we both have widdle daughters who are newbs at this construction thing, how cute' vibe -- but I don't care, because so far that's always worked in my favor and just means he's been very helpfully explaining everything (...yes, I am occasionally willing to abuse the fact that I sometimes bring out protectiveness in older men).
He gave us really good advice on how to work the floor, too -- it's going to be easier than we thought. YAY!
Now, it's almost 12:30, I have two errands to run, and it's beautiful outside. I'm thinking of just not going back to work...