The refrigerator occupies a space in the dining room formerly claimed by our table.
A fine layer of drywall dust laces the keys upon which I type.
Our sink and electric stove sit beneath a blue tarp on the ground in our backyard.
Black erosion control fencing greets visitors along our front sidewalk.
This week marks the 14th of active remodeling and, possibly, the worst week of all. Grandma and Grandpa Huns left Wednesday, but not before Grandma walked into our bathroom Tuesday noon to find a puddle of smelly water ringing our lone toilet. The suspected cause? An overflow. The culprit? The darn drywallers.
The good news: The house is almost sided. Doug & crew got the gutters on yesterday hours before it rained. Grandma and grandpa cooked things like potato soup and hambuger-mashed-potato casserole to freeze for after the baby arrives and helped wash two loads of baby clothes at the Lakeshore Hotel.
Also, aside from touches of morning sickness, Sarah still feels well. The baby has dropped. The midwife gave her a good bill of health Monday. All seems on schedule for the critter to arrive three weeks or so from Monday.
All, that is, except for the house.
Last night, Sarah said after dinner of canned-black-bean-and-frozen-sweet-potato burritos, "Just remember, Brent. Tomorrow is the worst it's gonna get."
Tomorrow's here. Will the drywallers be? What havoc will they wreak?
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Nadir
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No weekend hotel?
Saturday night? The drywallers are working today! Does that make up for not showing last Saturday? Everyday counts now. MH
What kind comments you made about us or should I say 90% about Marcia. I thought the drywallers finished yesterday. Are the pets behaving themselves eventhough we aren't walking the dog as before? I doubt if you have the time or energy to sew grass seed in your front yard. Wish I was there to do it for you.
Dad
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