Just because someone appears to walk the walk, talk the talk, and wear a tool belt does not, I repeat does not, a rehabber make. My friend's son has been proudly sporting a Home Depot tool belt since he learned to walk and he can barely hit a nail with a hammer. But then again, Max is only three.
I don't know what to say about the crew "working" on the house behind me.
I have no way of knowing what's going on inside, but in my estimation the group installing the deck off the back are the real-life versions of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber. I wish I had a time lapse camera to record all of the activity that goes on each day-- measuring, sawing, hammering, more measuring, moving boards from one part of the yard to another and back again-- and yet little, if any, visible progress has been made in quite some time. In fact, there's even been a little digression. The proof is in the photos: I took the first one on September 4th primarily because I thought the redneck sitting on the toilet was so hilarious; the second one is from this afternoon. The toilet is gone, thank goodness, but there have been few other improvements. I think the deck has been expanded outward into the yard and the concrete wall inexplicably located underneath part of the deck is inexplicably being painted tan (to match the color of the deck?) but in my estimation not much else has changed in over a month.
When Luka and I walked by the house this afternoon I noticed a "Coming Soon" sign in the window. Wonder if the crew working on the deck have seen it. I'm guessing they've been too busy herding cats to even notice. * Sigh*
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