Tuesday, November 9, 2010
A window into our future
It took eight long hours, but when we were done, the living room window at Bart's house was gone and a french door was in its place. The brick-wall-busting effort completely exhausted us. When the work fell only on Mason's shoulders, I took on some invading grass in the flower bed. By nightfall, we were both popping pills for the lower-back pain. And the job's not done yet... Thought: Maybe we DON'T want to build a house from scratch.
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Thank you for the update. I was starting to worry there had been some sort of remodeling accident and you were trapped under a pile of bricks. Although that would be me, not you rock stars.
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