I may need a little support and blog forbearance the next few days. Bear with me.
The night before last I had a terrible nightmare that GG had locked me out of the house and had taken the puppies hostage. Bizarre I know. But wait.
Then yesterday afternoon, while packing my car to make another Venice run, the printer started printing pages out - GG was outside. It was a demand letter from him and threatened lawsuit if I don't pay him a very large sum of money. A shakedown. As I said, I can pick em. I said nothing, he proceeded to come in, collect the document and go to the PO to mail it registered mail to me, I am assuming, then came home all smiles as if nothing had happened. Would I like a cocktail, he inquires. Wow. There is of course no substance to it, but this is unnecessary stress and drama, which is his forte.
Sorry if this is too much sharing and not enough interior design, but I wanted to explain if I am distracted the next few days as I move my dogs and myself into my new home in the middle of the epicenter of the pandemic and respond to a demand letter and likely lawsuit. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that you can't fix crazy.
On a lighter note, everything is great at the house, the countertops were postponed until next week because they needed the vessel sinks on hand and they had not arrived. The tandoori orange is gorgeous but another coat is needed today. The painters have done a beautiful job.
I am working around the clock to get things packed and out of here - 5 more days of hell. This too shall pass.