George (no known last name), the guy Sarah contacted to be our general contractor based on glowing recommendations from Angie's List, never showed up last night. Later in the evening he sent a sheepish email in which he told us that he wasn't really a general contractor and he has no ambitions to be one. He recommended an excellent GC named Linda or something like that. She also got good reviews in Angie's List. We're going to contact her. We're not sure yet if we're going to mention George's no show to Angie's List, but it seems relevant.
We were really looking forward to our meeting with George. We were feeling overwhelmed by the list of repairs and remodeling projects, and the recent storms have only compounded the problem. We were hoping to present a GC with our list of things to do and, we figured, he (now she, I guess) would know exactly how to proceed. We really need somebody to tell us what to do instead of arguing about it between ourselves.
But George is merely a handyman, which could come in handy, since between the two of us we have exactly two home repair skills: Painting and drilling holes in the wall. We have a number of tasks that don't easily fit into a master project list. First and foremost is the hole in the soffit, which began as a bit of rot from moisture dripping down from the drain spout and, while Shirley was watching television, eventually developed into a nice little gateway into our attic for wintering squirrels. Sarah suggested I could fix the hole by dangling from the roof. That didn't sound like fun, so maybe we'll call George the handyman for these little one-offs.
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