Calendar Girl Blog: Working Men
All the men have gone.
The outside job, dancing, singing, hammering men have finished the work I hired them to do. The stand up comedian mason grouted the last seam on the ceramic tile hearth pad. The moonlighting firemen installed my new woodstove with nary a scratch or dent and cleaned the chimney to boot. The quiet metal fabrication guy added the protection my 90 year old wooden mantle required to bring it up to code. And my wood supply man returned, under cover of darkness, with his sweet little chainsaw and made my too big firewood perfectly little.
I plied them all with coffee, baking, beers and cocktails depending on the time of day and whether a scaffold was involved. And of course I paid them. They in turn did excellent work, cheerfully, respectfully and with pride.
And yes, the 'new to my home men' noticed all the breast paraphernalia. Especially, when the short fireman, accidentally bumped my body cast off the wall and onto his head. "I think I like this", he said coyly.
Calendar Girl has much more work to be done on her old house. But the money tree is dormant right now so future improvements will have to wait. Still the pending cave in of her roof has been averted. She will not freeze. And her windows now keep the rain and wind out. Calendar Girl can safely hunker down, with all the breast stuff, for a long winters night.
Calendar Girl
The outside job, dancing, singing, hammering men have finished the work I hired them to do. The stand up comedian mason grouted the last seam on the ceramic tile hearth pad. The moonlighting firemen installed my new woodstove with nary a scratch or dent and cleaned the chimney to boot. The quiet metal fabrication guy added the protection my 90 year old wooden mantle required to bring it up to code. And my wood supply man returned, under cover of darkness, with his sweet little chainsaw and made my too big firewood perfectly little.
I plied them all with coffee, baking, beers and cocktails depending on the time of day and whether a scaffold was involved. And of course I paid them. They in turn did excellent work, cheerfully, respectfully and with pride.
And yes, the 'new to my home men' noticed all the breast paraphernalia. Especially, when the short fireman, accidentally bumped my body cast off the wall and onto his head. "I think I like this", he said coyly.
Calendar Girl has much more work to be done on her old house. But the money tree is dormant right now so future improvements will have to wait. Still the pending cave in of her roof has been averted. She will not freeze. And her windows now keep the rain and wind out. Calendar Girl can safely hunker down, with all the breast stuff, for a long winters night.
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posted by Sue Richards at 11:06 AM
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