Yes, we remain to be gluttons for punishment and the makers of completely idiotic decisions. What. Is. Wrong. With. Us? No sooner did the Christmas wrapping paper hit the floor did we decide it was a great time to rip out our old doors and install a new set of French doors? How soon we forget.
Somehow, The Man was able to sucker one of his dive buddies into coming over to help. I think it involves later payment of a steak dinner and a free dive trip. I didn't get involved in the negotiations. But I'm on the friends side. It's a holiday weekend.
And all those beautiful Christmas decorations that need to be boxed up and put away? Well, they're covered with debris and dust because our stone floors needed to be cut along with the drywall, support beams and stucco. I need an air mask to just to breath inside our freezing cold house.
Right around dusk they were still trying to shim the doors to fit and making phone calls to their "door guy" to ask questions about how tight they fit, is this normal, can you come help? Or something along those lines. I stopped listening after I heard The Man say, "This is harder than I thought." He never says that, ever.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I plan on spending it away from home. Far away. I think that sounds like a good idea. For once!




