Regular readers (thank you kindly) shall recall this post from just a bit more than a month ago. To sun it up:
It’s not a great photo, coming off a Treo 650 camera phone. I’ll have better later. My brother Dave is responsible for that. What he and my nephew, Josh, didn’t do was done by contractors that he arranged for. Yes: new roof, windows, garage door, paint, and a touch of landscaping and just cutting down and cleaning up. And you haven’t yet seen the before & after of the interior. That will shock you even more. Think: stinky stained carpet vs. beautiful hardwood.
Now, get this. I called my baby-brother, Mike, today, Saturday, ’cause I had a question for him about some pressure-cooker cookery we’ve got cookin.’ Guess where he was? Up there–three hours drive–in Sacramento helping Dave with some particularly difficult water intrusion damage in the bathroom. Complete surprise to me.
I love my brothers (I’m the senior of four of us). Can’t imagine life without them. This here? It’s just a small part of the whole deal. I could bog for 10 years and I wouldn’t scratch the surface of it. I have another younger brother, too, but you you know what your mom taught you about "if you can’t say something nice…" That’s a daily tragedy, I can assure you.
Ok then. There it is, for now.