Saturday started out to be sunny with a hint of hopefulness. I was all geared up to cook up some great foodies for the building party.
While Rick organized the lumber that was dropped off on Friday, I ran to town and did some shopping. I was actually excited, which is something that doesn’t happen much lately, so I started my day off with a smile and oozed happiness to all those that I came in contact with.
But when I got home and started unloading groceries, Rick dropped the bombshell on me: no one was going to show up.
Well, there goes that balloon.
But I was determined to not let it get to me. I kept my smile on my face and a good attitude in my back pocket and proudly exclaimed “I’ll help ya! ”
The look on his face was a cross between concern and horror. Granted, I know which side of the hammer to hit with and what a 2 x 4 is, but I’m not an expert when it comes to building wooden structures. And lord knows I hate the thought of using a skillsaw, much less wanting to pick the damn thing up (power tools scare the hell out of me), but I wasn’t stupid. I could do “stuff.”
He must have seen the slight look of dejection on my face and told me to grab my pouch.
So for 2 days we cut…
By mid-afternoon on Sunday we had 4 walls up.
All by ourselves.
We make a good team.