Seamstress

Walt Kowalski gave me a new title: seamstress

I like that. 

With the second new window installed, itchy insulation was next on the list.

 

Then came drywall and more itchy insulation in the ceiling.

 
Then it was my turn.  The seamstress.  

Seams and screws and seams and screws and seams and screws. 


Last night we spent what felt like and eternity at the home improvement store.  It was probably only a half hour that we waited, but it felt longer.  Everything feels longer when you are thirsty, hungry, and tired, which we were.  (Even worse if you have to pee.) We even had a snack before going to the store!

We needed something on the top shelf.  So did another gentleman.  This required assistance.  Lots of assistance. Several lane closures and a forklift.

When we finally got our supplies loaded on our cart, the other gentleman waiting was just beginning his load up. Walt Kowalski offered and helped him load up his boards. 

Frank.  He was a nice guy.  His name was on his work shirt.  He told us he was residing an old shed.  He would have struggled loading the boards onto his cart alone.  (Of course, after the employees got the boards down from the top shelf they instantly disappeared. Luckily, there was assistance outside to help Frank load his items into his truck.)

But before Frank loaded his own goods, he stopped over to our truck to help us load our things. 

J