My hero Greg has left town. Going back to school after a short summer working on my house. He (we) got a lot done. I owe him huge for his creative efforts.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be mudding and texturing the new sheetrock we put up. Slow process for me. It requires a some finesse.
It’s been a bittersweet few months. I was hoping to have the place finished and in move-in-able condition by now. But when Greg went to do the drawings and check out the overall condition of the place, he discovered a lot of structural problems that we just had to address. We’ve gone backwards on the house, but I’m glad that the work we did is solid. At least I don’t have to worry about that portion of the hovel falling down.
Now I’m alone again working on the place as best I can.
The newest drag on my psyche: my dog and faithful companion of many years is dying of terminal bone cancer.
All I can do is put my head down and keep going.
Over and out …
