Phil had a little less fun. With only two small walls of framing left to do, somehow on the first wall he made the door opening a little too small again. How did he do that, since that was what he wrestled against the day before? I have no idea, and neither does he!
Then, after finishing that wall, he needed two more 2x4s, and didn’t have them! This would have put me over the edge, as I like to be able to check things off, and the idea of one small section preventing that check mark would have been devastating.
But Phil can juggle all those tasks, and so he just went inside to make up a list of plumbing parts.
In a memorable moment, Isaiah found Cadbury tormenting a bluebird. He drove the cat away, found some gardening gloves, and picked up the bluebird. I have a definite soft spot for the beautiful blue flickers, and to see one in his hands, teased by the cat, presumably about to die ... what a sight.
And then, it suddenly up and flew away.
For today, it cheated death. Thank you, Isaiah. And thank you, God.
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