House visits were more and more frequent now as every time we'd show up there was some new significant system or item in the house.
This time it was some water lines and venting.
A running commentary on things going on. Inspired by the need to show family the house but not wanting to deal with the complexity of Flickr.
I should state for the record that Guardian made up for this miscommunication later and it worked out well for everyone.
Lots going on in this picture. You can see the shovel I bought at Home Depot for digging the trench for the PVC, the post tension cables sitting on their stands, the floor boxes, and, of course, the requisite lunch from Whataburger.
What you can’t tell is that Mark drove out to help me but had to leave just before this was taken. More importantly, you can’t tell that sitting in that Whataburger bag is not a breaded, deep-fried, chicken concoction of pure goodness otherwise known as a Number 4. What is actually in the bag is a grilled, healthy, tasteless evil sandwich of nausea. A Number 3. With a single bite taken out of it.
Listen to me, people, when I tell you. Never eat primes. Ever.View from the apartment
Steve, Theresa, and Zach came out to visit. We visited the Grand Canyon. Barb got a job and a haircut. Monsoons went away. My friend Mark and I attended the CEDIA expo in Denver.
Then on October 7th...