
There's my contractor, Matt. That really big saw didn't cut all the way through. The other guy that gave a bid said the saw would leave marks where it has to over-cut (there's a long explanation, and I'm too pooped to elaborate. Just trust me. I was prepared to deal with a little extra cutting on my bare-as-bones concrete wall.) Matt made it happen without the over-cutting, and it's pretty. I like pretty.

I'm not sure what's happening underneath that tarp. There's a lot of light. Emma will figure it out.




Hey! I know what that is!! They let me use one of those when I was on the fire crew. It's a drill. Once upon a time, I was handy, too. Stop laughing. Seriously. This gal has spackled and painted and crown molded (um...) and put up roofing and built signs and welded... Okay, I never welded. Those guys let me use tools occasionally, but they weren't stupid. I never even put the mask on to watch. But there was definitely welding going on...
Anyway, you done yet, Matt?
Final pictures coming tomorrow. If Matt finds a New Brawn... Cause there's a lot of dirt to move.
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