Party at the build?

Yesterday felt like a party at the build site.  I had 2 visitors!

The head trustee from our church offered to come for the afternoon & side with me (she's a former farm girl with a solid work ethic).  I'll have to think of a nickname for her....   Let me know if you have any ideas!   We were 18-20 feet up on ladders with the wind gusting & it started to rain.  Her last siding nail took a few minutes because her fingers didn't seem to want to work anymore in the cold!  Having some help when working up that high (with 12 foot lengths of siding) was a huge help.

And then Putz stopped by at supper with a surprise of couple cheeseburgers & a coke.  Had a great visit with him back at our rental while I shivered away the time - it's way too early in the year to be getting chilled like I did.  I had told him a while back that I won't ask for help again until it's -20 out.  It's been tempting lately, but I'll hold off asking till it's frigid out!  I bug him that I really haven't seen much of him at the build since March (he's been working a lot of overtime), but I know the real reason: he prefers the arctic blast of death instead of basking in the refreshing summertime heat.  That's why we call him Putz.

In other news that you probably don't care about, I have the biggest knot below my calf that I've had in a long time.  I guess that's what happens when you spend the better part of the day on a ladder.  There's no stretching guide or work out routine to prepare you for house building.  And no, I will not be writing that book.  Because frankly, I don't think any of us guys care.  Actually, I feel ashamed that I even thought of that idea...

Anyway, yesterday was a lot of social interaction in a day for the build when I'm not hiring the help!

And here's a random picture.  Even the kids stuffed animals have been over helping at the build & getting dirty.  This is Spark Plugs 'Binky' on a trip to the dump a month or so ago.  There's not suppose to be black grease on the face.... 

And here's a picture of our basement:

Later!

I.B.