Channelling My Inner Gordon Freeman

So, as has been the story of my life in 2010, I'm trying to buy a house. We finally found one about oh... a month ago, just before the first of home buyer two tax credit deadlines. Anyway, long story short, the appraiser came back with a small list of repairs we have to do in order for the house to get FHA approved, which would allow us to go to closing. A couple of the repairs we would need help with, so we asked a handyman my mom recommended to take care of them. The Sunday morning we agreed to meet, there was apparently a misunderstanding because he only came out to just take a look at the work. So we scheduled for everything to be done on Wednesday. I took the morning off work and just before we left to go to the house to meet him there, he calls saying he can't make it. Well, great. So we reschedule for Saturday (yesterday). We get there at 9, as we scheduled. 9:30 comes. I give the guy a call, no answer on his phone. Well, great x2. Rather than be angry and panic (Although some anger was indeed had; as Cat put it, "I hope for his sake he fell off a ladder or something"), we took charge and decided to tackle the repairs ourselves. One of these repairs involved replacing the terribly rotten wood under the front window. Frankly, we had no idea what we were doing, but we somehow managed to tear off the rotten wood via crowbar (I channeled by inner Gordon Freeman) and install some how chunks of wood.It could have been done a little cleaner, but hey, it's a lot better than it was before:

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The only repair we have left to do is replace one of the fascia boards on the roof, which we are incapable of doing because a) I can't extend my legs 40 feet, and b) it's on the roof. I've contacted several repair and handy-men so hopefully we can get it fixed early in the week so that we can close on Friday as scheduled.

And no, we never did hear from Javier.