Where shall I start?

Every weekend I think about what to write, even composing a title and thinking up an informal outline, but I haven't been writing. A couple weeks ago I figured on something along the theme of waiting for the construction to start on the addition because things kept being held up--first the contractor had problems, then the architect didn't have drawings ready, and I forget what all. Then I figured I'd write in excited tones about construction starting! I had gotten the last of the debris out of the garage during the delay, and a couple kids finally showed up and ripped out all the sheet rock in the garage. The excavator came with his backhoe and cleared off the area where the addition will go, and dug several holes for footings for the posts in the frame, and a remarkably clean trench for the foundation. Oh yes--to dig the foundation trench, he had to move the (500 gallon) propane tank--which I had just filled to the tune of 300 gallons and several hundred dollars--about six feet west so it wouldn't rest under the foundation. He even dug a nice deep trench to the sheds so I could re-run the water and electric lines out there, which I did, and filled in the trench besides. That job took a whole weekend, and it was good exercise, let me tell you. After a couple days Martin and I reconnected the propane tank. The women were getting tired of not having any hot water. Me? Hnngh. Took cold showers. Martin told me I should charge the contractor $200 for our labor. Now I get to write about construction delay again. It seems the guy at the county decided he wanted architectural seals on the drawings because post and beam (aka timber frame construction) is a bit unconventional. And it turned out that the architect hadn't registered in DE, and the people who accept architectural seals doesn't meet during August, excuse excuse excuse, yada yada yada so the contractor has to sit with his hands in his pockets with open trenches to get filled with rain until he can get the permit and the inspectionand the concrete. It rained, too. We got half an inch in a short time on Sunday, with hail, and the tarps I put over the area did pretty much nothing about keeping the rain out. Monday at the crack of dawn I went out, sump pump in hand, and drained out quite a bit of water. It's been a couple days, and it should be dry enough down there in maybe another day. If it doesn't rain again. As of today we still have no permit, sealed drawings, or construction going on. In other news, a couple weeks ago I scheduled some motorcycle service. The front brake master cylinder had started to leak. When I scheduled the appointment, the mechanic (an excellent fellow, by the way), and I had a miscommunication, and I showed up on his doorstep a week early. Oh well, I like to ride, right? And 150 miles back and forth through Philadelphia isn't so bad, right? So anyway, I'm back at his place today. He's letting me hook into his WiFi so I can work (I'm writing this at lunch). Wonderful thing, being able to telecommute. Now he couldn't promise to finish the work today, so I prepared for an adventure. If I can't ride a fixed bike home tonight, I'll stay at the Iron Butt motel. There's a nice little woods about a mile down the road and I'm actually looking forward to spending the night under the stars. Val and I are reading Love Busters, by Willard Harley, another of whose books (His Needs, Her Needs) I reviewed in these august pages several months ago. Whether your relationship is okay or not, I recommend his books. Good stuff, especially if you read it together. he has a chapter or so of background, and the first three problems, at least, are related--each more intense than the former. The first love buster is Selfish Demands. Then Disrespectful Judgements; finally Angry Outbursts as you increase the pressure to get what you want from your spouse. I'm leaving out some critical info here, so read the book.