It was a strange sort of day... cool, for April, a little damp with passing moments of sun...just passing moments.So, I worked outside; slowly turning the old garage foundation (three sections: the largest...and most deteriorated...in the middle. I had previously broken up most of the concrete in the right section so I spent the morning picking up the pieces and piling them on the side of the fence by the railroad tracks. THEN I felt guilty about it but was too tired to undo the pile. At that point, this happened to come by:
Maybe he was an angel?
Almost as good, he said he was a
Well, we know a contractor who is going to work on the kitchen and bathroom...we've decided to keep the laundry room downstairs instead...just too much trouble moving it upstairs in an old house (and nightmares about leaks).
Cya next time! Deano