We were pretty UP today - our home was to be inspected by multiple county types, and then we were free to move in. Four inspections were necessary... and by noon, 1 had been completed, and inspectors #2 and #3 were there, waiting to do their duty.
So we were buoyed by all of this activity - and went off to do some other things, including grabbing lunch at one of our favorite deli's. And we went looking for a golf club for yours truly, who is starting to take golf lessons and so far owns ONLY a driver.
We returned about 4:30 and drove to the park model. The construction permit papers are tucked inside a screen, and we pulled those out to see the four expected signatures. And three signatures were there. But only three.
Poor, poor Florida. Obviously there is NO incentive for things to get accomplished here in a timely fashion. Now it is after 5 pm, and we know that we will be spending yet another night in this tiny little Class-C motorhome that we have taken to referring as a "cramper" because the space is so limited. It really is NOT intended for 3-months occupancy, especially not when cold or wet weather keeps you confined inside.
I am going to pour myself a glass of wine. This whole thing could drive me to drink...