Phil was at a meeting in town, and the truck was leaving soon, so the rest of the family headed down to the building. Isaiah started the ShopVac, while the rest of us picked up trash, moved large things out of the way, and generally cleared a space for the imminent delivery.
Which turned out not to be so imminent. Four hours later, I finally was able to contact the dispatcher. "The truck ran into some trouble on the first delivery of the day. This is the third or fourth Monday we've had this week. They're coming still."
After we had made an after office-hours trip to a doctor last night, Phil had had a scant five hours of sleep. He would try to doze off, only to wake with a start, wondering if the delivery had arrived. Finally he gave up on the napping and went down to finish installing a vent.
Then he did a little more plumbing, and, finally, cleaned up the space as best he could. Dark fell before he was finished, but most of the construction debris is sorted into buckets, ready for removal with the daylight.
The truck finally arrived.
The boom arm and two unloaders made the process easy, if not swift. (They were probably here an hour, getting the truck set and lifting down the heavy 4x12' sheets.)
The empty space is filled again.
The boys went to a pumpkin patch with Grandma.
Apparently there were little pie pumpkins, and giant carving pumpkins, and not much in between.
A doctor's visit?? Is all well?
ReplyDeleteYup! All is well. Thanks for asking.
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