“Where are those kids? It’s 5:30, shouldn’t they be back in Esteli at their stations?”<\/p>\n
If there are any blog readers who have heard from the wandering wonders, please leave a comment. <\/p>\n
Chris is away at baseball camp and will return for one week of work before he leaves again, this time for trips to Ohio and the Cape with his parents. I figure I have maybe two more stories involving Chris, and this one, which will put most people who are not blood relatives to sleep, is one of my favorites.<\/p>\n
For two weeks, we hammered, cut, pried, smashed and sometimes bled, removing all the water-damaged wood from the side of the building. Finally, we began to reassemble what we had torn away. Thursday we nailed clapboards, and Friday when we arrived, I had hoped to continue. However, we found yet more rotted wood, this a heavy timber called a header that formed the supporting member above a window. I desperately wanted to continue the simple task of cutting the clapboards while Chris nailed. I didn\u00c3\u00adt want to breathe in more dead carpenter ant bodies, or be showered with hot nail filings as we sawed out the offending pieces.<\/p>\n
Chris had other ideas.<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acLet\u00c3\u00ads finish with the rotted wood.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acNo, we can work around it.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acBut if we do that, we\u00c3\u00adll have to backtrack.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acBut not much. I need a break. I want to do the fun stuff.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
I was also worrying, given how hard we\u00c3\u00add been working and how restless my nights, that I was too tired to know if we\u00c3\u00add adequately supported the interior ceiling. Each supporting member we chopped away threatened the stability of the wall. On its own, the two stories had sagged to form a dip in the kitchen\u00c3\u00ads hardwood floor.<\/p>\n
Chris, an accomplished hammerer, continued, \u00c3\u00acIf we finish it today, we won\u00c3\u00adt have to do it Monday.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
At some point I began asking myself the same thing you are. Who is the boss and who is the worker? Who\u00c3\u00ads the parent; who is the child? How did this child become so responsible? <\/p>\n
I weakened.<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acAll right. Okay. I give. But grant me one wish. Let\u00c3\u00ads first finish those clapboards ( I pointed to a space between the sliding door and the window). Then we can tear out the header and hope the building doesn\u00c3\u00adt collapse.<\/p>\n
\u00c3\u00acIf we don\u00c3\u00adt start now, we won\u00c3\u00adt finish by the end of the day.\u00c3\u00ae<\/p>\n
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\nFrom last night’s concert at the Fleet Pavilion.
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