So were you all wondering how little old Ru was going to cope with the decisions surrounding buying a house?
The answer is, "Not well."
In addition to realizing I have an affinity for double-ovens and gratitude for my house angel Eugene, this whole life-changing experience business has given me new insight into my soul and psyche. And if you know anything about me at all, you know I'm not a fan of insight.
But hey, here is the first of what I am sure to be many personal revelations.
I have an inability to commit to an inability to make good decisions
One should only be allowed one of two character flaws: anal-retentiveness or indecisiveness. I, unfortunately, have both.
In one given hour meeting with the contractor, ("D") I will both leave several decisions up to his best judgment and waffle on whether I want a shower pan or tiled floor of the shower. (FYI, I think I've almost-definitely settled on shower pan. Mostly because it's cheaper. Even though the tile I want for the surround is, naturally, super expensive and who knows how that will look with the acrylic shower pan? Maybe I want the tile ...)
Do I care about thicknesses and techniques and grades? Not really. But I am very committed to keeping access to the creepy hidey-hole in the basement and not scratching the cement.