|yes, that's Monster, back in his Box with Water!|
So, I've been waiting. Almost patiently even. It's helped that I have plenty to do outside to finish the painting before winter sets in. And work's been super busy since I came back.
Figge (it's pronounced figgy. like the pudding. I haven't even thought about asking him what dish he brings to holiday gatherings. I'm sure he's heard it before. But it makes me smile to think about it...)
where was I?
Oh, yes. Figge called on Monday, letting me know they'd be dropping off the sheetrock late this week. He called Thursday to let me know it would be delivered Friday afternoon. He called Friday afternoon to let me know they'd be there on Saturday to hang the rock unless I had some objections.
Objections to progress? Not I!
They showed up bright and early on Saturday morning, a crew of six hangers and Figge to supervise. They worked until about four - and got it all installed. Kitchen, laundry room, bathroom and garage. I was impressed.
Even though I know it's done, it's startling me a bit each time I turn on the kitchen light, and it has walls. and, it's catching me by surprise each time I climb the stairs - did you know someone put a room at the top of the stair?