A few days ago I blogged about the nice man who was going to give us a break with the price of our septic tank; also the cost of a perk test, but we found out we don't have to have that, since we own several acres.
The next day Tom, a former boss of Cliff's, shot him a bid for all the work that needs to be done: all the necessary digging, the septic tank, water lines, and pouring the concrete. It was a good price, and it put the nice fellow whose calf I saved out of the running. I'd include the figures, but I think Cliff would once again say, "Too much information."
So today a close neighbor who does this sort of work came over and underbid Tom by six thousand dollars. The housing slump must be affecting people badly, because it seems everyone wants this job.
Tom wouldn't cheat us in any way; Cliff practically helped raise him back when he worked for his dad. But he does have a tendency to take his time. The guy across the road is ready to do the job immediately, and we know he'd get right in and do it and then be gone. He and I have no fondness for one another (he once threatened to shoot my horse), but hey... I guess it's his work that counts, and he does do quality work. He's the one who poured the floor of Cliff's shop in 1999.
Meanwhile, I just wish we knew how much money we'll have, so I'd know what to plan for.
Somebody just shoot me!