Well, wouldja look at that!
John made a bonzai run down to Harstine today after work to check on the progress of the siding and tend to a few things, and he missiled me a couple of photos. Wow! I believe the Hardie siding on the bottom will be painted a slate (beachy) blue. Don’t those cedar shingles look amazing?
Below is the waterside and they hadn’t begun the shingles yet:
We are both soooo excited to be working toward NOT having to look at Tyvek anymore! Jeesh, we’ve been staring at that stuff since early summer.
So, John has to work tomorrow (Thanksgiving). And Friday. And Saturday. And Sunday. Such a bummer. (Not only that, but 2nd shift!) Brother Dave is picking me up around noon tomorrow and we’ll head up to Camano Is. to see Dad. With both of us working and no time (or energy) to prepare a feast, he’s picking up a pre-prepared turkey dinner from a place he frequents—he said their food is great. The two of us will share the cost and it sounds like there should be plenty for leftovers.
They let us out of the office at 3:00 today, which I was really excited about. And then…traffic came to an immediate standstill. I don’t know how many traffic light cycles I sat through going nowhere, not even crawling. Turns out there was a stalled vehicle on the Viaduct, which is all it takes. TWO HOURS TO GET HOME. I was still in downtown Seattle just blocks away from the office after over an hour. Yep, left the office at 3 and pulled into the driveway at 5. I was Fit. To. Be. Tied. What really did it for me was when I finally (crawled) past the stall on the Viaduct and cop cars, and a handful of people/cops were just standing around in that blocked lane looking at the sunset and pointing. Lackadaisically. Not a care in the world. While traffic was snarled for miles and miles. I wanted to leap out of my car and slap somebody.
So, Chucklehead is now sporting a fedora. Yep, one of these. His has a red feather. Oh, and it “matches” his new coat with red piping. Picture, if you will, a smarmy used-car salesman with a fedora. With a red feather.
In fact, there was a news article last week about this local couple who have been convicted of breathtaking fraud and when I saw the picture of him, my eyes sort of popped because he looks a WHOLE LOT like Chucklehead.
Just imagine a donkey’s bray and spit flying. And saying, “Hey there, Toooooooooooooooooonya!”
