Big shout out to Jim, my brother(in-law, who really takes care of me and my family by helping with this sort of thing, and man, I couldn’t have done it without you).
As seen recently, the doghouse without sheathing:
Now sheathed with a window installed. And check out the front area below, where the newly arriving front door (this will get its own post next week or something) will fit, and those WINDOWS that ARE installed.
Jim raises the fist of power at 4 completely installed windows.
And then, with the cringe sensor in the back of my head, I feel him going, “ah fuck man, god damn, that’s crooked man, and you need to a quarter this way toward the street,” but, being exceptionally kind and cool headed in the face of my cavalier installs, Jim, actually says nothing, just takes up his tools and bangs in the next window perfectly, so much so that it kind of pulls my crooked one into place.
11 Windows installed today. Next up, window trim. Mmmm,mmm boy!
Seriously, thank you Jim, and Sharon, who fearlessly helped these two moody boys install windows all day plus forced gatoraide and lunch and so on.
Oh, and a word of caution, I mean, dang, workin’ on the roof with a circ saw-no-guard-on-it, wearing canvas chucks, that’d be downright treacherous if I wasn’t SO HIGH already. Don’t attempt riding a motorcycle, operate power drills and saws and fool around on ladders if you are on drugs. This combination is a sure recipe for pain. See below.
Somehow during this process today, no idea how, I managed to loose I dunno 22% of my right index fingernail. Jim was like, “Sal, man, you’re bleeding all over everything. and I’m like, “huh?” The crunched up segment of nail pulled right out of the nailbed when I yanked on it. Some paper towel and duck tape and boom, I’m back to pounding hammer nails instead of finger nails. Pretty fun. I thought those of you who remember my Whiskey Row Marathon experience with the loss of both big toenails, well, I just thought you curious, thoughtful folk might enjoy a peek at my poor finger. Owee:
Thank you everyone. I may have a 4 mm spot on my liver, but I feel ok, except completely wasted tired and chemo-ed and all that cancer stuff that’s so sensational it requires the application of many percocet to manage effectively. Anyhow, the point is, I can’t believe it, after thinking about this stuff for 30 years or so, I’m finally, with a lotta help from a lotta friends and a lotta complete strangers, i’m finally privileged to build a house for my wife and me and our kid. Besides, I got nothing better to do, really, and I feel so lucky to still be alive and able to take part in this thing. Thank you, all of you for without you, this wouldn’t be possible.