The saga continues

Yesterday we got up early and got our butts in the car to head out to the desert to meet with the new contractor so he could help us pick a spot for our shipping container that’s coming out on the 10th. From the moment we left it wasn’t 100% he’d be able to meet us - he was in the hospital with his unconscious friend waiting to talk with doctors - but we went anyway because we figured no matter what we had to pick a spot for the container anyway. Sure enough he couldn’t come meet us - but he sent over the dad (girlfriend’s dad?) who is the one who lives in the property next to us, and he was pretty helpful as far as picking a spot and telling us how to prop it up. He also walked us to his property and it was good to see how he had things laid out. But he also made it clear that there’s no way this contractor is going to be available to us.

On the way home, both of us in black moods, I decided to look up the realtor who sold me the property and hit her up one more time for contractor recommendations, even though she didn’t have any a year ago. She mentioned that her husband, who we met at the time and who built their whole compound, might be able to help. They’ve decamped to Big Bear, but apparently he’s down in the area twice a week for work, so we’re going to meet him at *gulp* 8 AM next Sunday. Which means leaving here around 5 AM. Will this finally be the person that saves us? Someone who can do the work, doesn’t leave for six months out of the year, and won’t have any emergencies that will make it so at the last second he can’t do the work? Who knows. I can’t believe we’re still dealing with this crap a year later. Will it ever be inhabitable?

Thankfully the spot I wanted - behind the cabin, past the washes - seems to be the best bet for the container. The only problem is the soft sand, and having to confirm that whoever delivers it has four wheel drive. And making sure railroad ties are put out there in time for delivery. This is going to be a delicate dance. 

This weekend I was able to celebrate two friends for their birthdays, and today I go dancing. The indoor mask mandate has been dropped in LA as of Friday. Life is coming back, for the time being. People are starting to ask about my event, the one aspect of my life I’ve spent absolutely zero time thinking about and yet is technically the most important part since it’s the only one that produces income. 

Here’s hoping we can finally sort out our desert mess. Every time I go out there I think about how great it’ll be to finally just be there - piling in the car on a Friday night after school with our camping stuff, heading out, watching the stars and enjoying a cookout, hanging in a hammock…it could be so great…if we could just get it built!