A little peace and quiet

By Friday after lunch, Pedro and his amazing demo/framing/roofing crew were gone. Their tornado of work was impressive. Again I remind myself how we give too little credit to the hardworking craftsmen who build our homes. They may not have a Masters degree but there are few Masters who could do what they do - especially under the conditions they work. Sylvester, Pedro's brother, managed to staple his thumb on his last day. We put together a M*A*S*H team quickly and got him back to work. Didn't seem to slow him down.

So Friday evening was quiet and peaceful on our back deck under our new porch roof. Elation might be the best way to describe everyone's feelings about our "toddler home". Before long it will be a teen and we'll be even more excited to realize the true adult home we'll inhabit.

Saturday I tackled repairing our closet from where the plumber and electrician ran their conduits between floors. Cleaning up the plaster and cutting sheetrock to fit are not my favorite Saturday hobbies but getting that closet operational would help our clutter factor around here. Deacon helped and listened to me drone on and on about how to cut and install drywall. He saw how un-easy it can be to find studs when screwing in drywall. By the time I started mudding the seams, he was off to Wii land. If the closet wasn't so small, I'd have had him helping but it was too tight and I wanted to get done as fast as I could. As usual, I didn't finish until probably 7pm.

With great weather and Father's Day at my disposal, I asked the family to pack up and let's go jump in the lake on Sunday. The thought of just floating in Lake Lanier made me almost salivate. Turns out it was just the tonic I needed to recharge a bit and Wendy got to see her dad as well. All we have planned for Monday is for Lou to come run more electrical. He's got a key so we spent the night in Gainesville.