Phil had a long day of interesting labor on Saturday. He said once that he became a structural engineer because he didn't want to have tolerances of sixteenths of an inch. If he was going to make a mistake, he wanted to be able to see it. So I wasn't sure if he would enjoy the precision necessary to cabinetry. But he told me he was having a good time.
He had to run to Scottsville first thing this morning. They were having a nice sale, and he came home tickled that he spent only about half what he had intended. By noon, he was close to being done with the uprights.
By the end of the day, apparently the top had gone a bit out of level, so, with just the facing on the end yet to do, he decided to wait to actually finish.
Until the built-ins are done and the trim in place, the space will remain covered with a fine coating of sawdust and wood chips. It gets on our socks and into the sleeping bags and sheets. Phil wakes up hardly able to breathe from the gunk in his nasal cavity. And the boys are supposed to stay away from the construction equipment.
This morning I was looking for clothes that fit Caleb (he has plenty, but I wanted something he hasn't worn often), and I came across the long stockings and hat that a friend made for him.
It ended up getting up into the upper sixties today, so he didn't need the extra warmth, but what a trendy little guy he was in that moment.
What a sweet picture of the boys. They each look in some way either like Phil or you, yet all still so unique.
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