Deck almost done…should be today. Electrical almost done…should be today. French doors almost hung…..should take weeks. Then to plumbing and kitchen cabinets. Then to constructing a closet. Today is Wednesday. We go home in four days or so. Gotta pick up the pace. Gotta pick up my feet first. Everyone working well together…and I don’t wanna push that.
A contractor’s life, eh?
One small blessing – the building supply store is just a few blocks away.
Actually, we are getting into the ‘workday’ swing of things. Somewhat. We don’t feel like quitting until it’s 5:00. Must be generational muscle memory thing or something, but I had to drag Sal off the work site at 5:00 only to have her practically fall asleep in the car as we headed back to where we are staying. Memories of pre-retirement, I guess. Let us hope that fades quickly once we are home.
Basically, we are ‘wingin’ it. Can’t really plan until you see the challenge and then the first steps (demolition) are obvious. Once you have de-constructed, you will have a plan (of sorts) in your head. I do, anyway. And, since time is short, I get on with it. Of course, no one else knows the plan ’cause it is in my head and these fools can’t seem to read my mind! So, we work in small bite-size chores, “Here’s how you hang a ledger board. I’ll cut it and you do it. Let me know when you are done.”
“Voss das a led jar bode?”
“Never mind. It will become clear enough at step two. OK?”
“……we’ll use hangers for this deck………”
“Voss das a hungers?”
“Never mind. They will become clear at step three. OK”?
“What do you want me to do?”
“We’re gonna need some shallow holes dug for the gravel under the concrete piers.”
“That is where you come in……….”
And so it goes.