The re-siding project moves into the fourth week. The constant pounding continues. Nail guns. Hammers. Saws. Men walking around everywhere outside. This makes for interesting showering/dressing situations. Since we live in the middle of a forest, with no close-by neighbors, we have few curtains or shades. Usually this isn't a problem as even Kareem Abdul-Jabbar isn't tall enough to see into our bathroom window, but dudes on scaffolding can.
The work crew are a fine flock of fellows, but I am tired of the pounding. Tired of the dust. Tired of a porta-potty in our garden.
One flashback to Leo's birthday:


Here are photos of our lovely home:


No kidding: the workers banged so hard on the den wall, my task lamp plug bounced right out of the wall socket.
It was too hot to cook, so I made a big Greek Salad for dinner.

