I Could Do “Stuff”

While Rick organized the lumber that was dropped off on Friday, I ran to town and did some shopping.  I was actually excited, which is something that doesn’t happen much lately, so I started my day off with a smile and oozed happiness to all those that I came in contact with.

But when I got home and started unloading groceries, Rick dropped the bombshell on me:  no one was going to show up.

Well, there goes that balloon.

But I was determined to not let it get to me.  I kept my smile on my face and a good attitude in my back pocket and proudly exclaimed “I’ll help ya! ”

The look on his face was a cross between concern and horror.  Granted, I know which side of the hammer to hit with and what a 2 x 4 is, but I’m not an expert when it comes to building wooden structures.  And lord knows I hate the thought of using a skillsaw, much less wanting to pick the damn thing up (power tools scare the hell out of me), but I wasn’t stupid.  I could do “stuff.”

He must have seen the slight look of dejection on my face and told me to grab my pouch.

So for 2 days we cut…

hammered…

and sawed…

By mid-afternoon on Sunday we had 4 walls up.

All by ourselves.

We make a good team.