Rough-In Approval

It's been a very frustrating set of weeks between the electrical rough-in approval and today's framing approval. I've been all keyed up and anxious because there's so many other things going on at the same time, with James getting on a plane to Germany and getting Deb's car fixed up so she can drive it and Adam's brakes going wonky and needing to frame in closets and headers.

Like a one-legged man in a snake-stompin' contest.

In the end, it was kind of anti-climactic. The inspector showed up in the morning around ten and he walked around the basement for about five minutes and then pronounced that it looked good, signed off on the inspection and that was it.

(Aside from a lively conversation on the front porch about how his wife doesn't know how to turn on the gas pumps when she fills up her car.)

Felt like a whole lot of worry for nothing, but in actuality, I worked like crazy to make sure everything was looking clean and orderly and under control down there; moved all the piles of insulation and random pieces up to the garage to get them out of the way, got all my tools arranged in the tool cabinet, moved the extension cords out of the way so nobody would trip over them.

After the inspection, I felt like taking the rest of the day off to celebrate, but there was too much to do. After all, there was still work work to do. So I contained my excitement and got ready for the next step: putting the insulation back on the walls and then calling the drywallers.

Whew!