to Work, or not to Work, I'm unquestionably busy

Been working on "the condo" down in Aventura with my (74 yo) neighbor on and off since last November. His (69 yo) brother in law came down for a few weeks to help us finish them off. Will is a much easier person with which to work -- he handles more annoyances than I have the patience to overlook without resorting to an "undesirable" response -- he's a great worker too. Before Will got here, we found it is possible to cover all the flooring (marble and _duh_ brand-new carpeting -- who's bright idea to replace carpet then paint walls??), strip all of the wallpaper, scrape all of the popcorn from off the ceilings, paint them flat white, texture the walls, paint them an ugly pale pink (with an eggshell finish), paint the doors the same ugly pale pink (only semi-gloss finish), and cleanup everything in as little as 6 working days. The floors with the most problems have stretched to 11 working days. With Will, our longest week has been 5 working days, but normally 4 -- even with many problems. I'll miss him when he leaves next Tuesday.

For some reason, those in charge at the condo have gone completely brain-dead. (Correction, they haven't "gone" they've "been" for as long as I've known them.) We have 6 floors left to complete the 40 story building. They are debating to let us do one more floor for now (or none), then waiting until after January 1st to finish the rest of the floors. The reasoning -- the "holidays" are coming, as are the snowbirds. However, the snowbirds generally don't arrive until after the 2nd week of November. And of course, as everyone knows, this is only the 2nd week of October -- and there will be MORE PEOPLE HERE IN JANUARY!!! Duh.

So any-who, we finished early (Thursday) because Will was here. I went to the tool store and spent about $70 on tools, with one $20 rain-check. Now I want to go use my tools, but not possible -- yet.

Totally changing direction now, my wife's a member of the local twins' club -- she's actually the membership secretary. They have a bi-annual yard sale that just happens to be held in the morning (Saturday, October 6th). Because of her position, she's required to work there during it, and to top it off, I got drafted; thankfully, my folks are here to watch the kids. I just wish Dad & Mom would come to our house a little earlier so I'd get to eat some of Dad's world-famous waffles for breakfast. Oh well, the kids will enjoy them.

I'm hoping my message comes together well this weekend -- with all the extra "stuff" on my plate there's less time to prepare. Good thing it's a continuation (part 2) of last week's message. Hope we're low on rain -- forecast is calling for over a 60% chance, but I need to change out the mower blades and do some serious mowing (approx 4-6 acres) when I get home from the yard sale.

Guess I'd better go crash: it's nearly 2 am and I need to get up around 5-ish.
"Oh well" or "Ah me" -- as long as I get 3-5 hours sleep, I'll be OK.