I have been calling Contractor Mitch, but I haven’t gotten any responses. Perhaps he read my blog and didn’t like its content, or maybe he decided to take a vacation. I can just imagine him floating on a pool raft and sipping on piña coladas. My only hope is that he calls back today because cousins of mine are coming in from L.A.—VIP cousins (of which I have several by the way)—and I was planning to take them up to see the progress (?) of the house. The last time I spoke to Mitch was last week and he told me how to get into the house as it waslocked up. Should I read anything into that?! Maybe a “MISSING/REWARD” poster on Warren Street would be in order. Do you think there is a hotline for contractors missing in action? What if we printed his picture on a beer can with “MISSING” written above it?
This just in: Contractor Mitch has left a message on my voicemail. I guess a message is better than nothing. I can only assume that he is up there atop Brokeback Mountain hammering away. A better image would be Mitch working with a dozen assistants plastering, sanding, and painting like a well-oiled machine, but at least he’s there, solo or not…he’s there.