Thursday, February 5, 2015

Construction With Cookies – Day Three

To continue where I left off ... did I? ... finish baking all the cookies?  Of course I did!  Are you kidding me?  That’s what I do! 

Did I eat them all?  Of course not!  I gave most of them to Leslie and Ryan and the kids even though a few weeks ago Leslie told me she thought I was trying to make them all fat.  Better them than me.

Did I bake even more cookies yesterday?  You bet.  Yesterday’s construction cookie was Snickerdoodles.

I was in my pilates class when day three's construction began.  (I have to do something to burn off calories.  Just because I don't eat ALL the cookies doesn't mean I don't eat a lot some of them.) When I got home Dean told me there was quite a lot of discussion between my worker bees and an architecture/engineer as to whether or not the support post can safely be removed and what reinforcement will be needed if/when it is.  By then, the engineer had left to “run some numbers” and my bees had buzzed off to who knows where, planning to return around lunch time. 

The electrician arrived before lunch, a day early, and seemed a little dismayed the framing wasn’t further along but the cookies helped ease his distress and he got his own little worker bee lined out and then went off, cookie in hand, to do whatever else he had to do.  My worker bees never did return.     

At the end of the day we were left with a few placeholders for the recessed lighting ... 


... and one lonely lightbulb which burned through the night because neither one of us could figure out where the on/off switch was for it.

On the whole it was a pretty uneventful day.  Unlike the day before.  Remember that little post I wrote about brazenly walking the dogs off-leash when nobody else was around?  Let’s just say we won’t be doing that again.  No, sir.  We will not.



Art Elser said...

Perhaps a plate of cookies for the dog catcher, park police, neighbors who complained about the free-roaming pooches? I checked yesterday's mail and no cookies.

Cathy said...

Gosh, Art. That's strange. Did you check your mailman for crumbs?