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a tale of renovation romance

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Jim Dalling
Feb 01, 2025
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It all just seems to glow.

He was impressed by my work.

Our last reno was a disaster. The guys who did the job - they did some smaller things for us before. But this one was big. Kitchen. Add a bathroom. Repair flood damage. It took months. And we were living there in all of the chaos.

He looked tense just talking about it.

They call the dust from drywall ‘divorce dust’. I get it. We made it through. There were times I had my doubts, but we made it.

He bit his lip

That renovation. It nearly killed us. The guys we had? They were a mess on this one. We think there were drugs involved. Lots of drugs. They became erratic. Eventually they stopped coming. The work was unfinished. I kept meaning to get back to it.

He shuffled sheepishly.

Now, I’ll never get back to it. We want to sell the house and there’s no way I’m fixing any of his mistakes.

He looked tense.

Look. I want two simple things from this work. I want to know that you’re not ripping me off and I want to know that you’re not high all day.

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