Both of our sons are in the middle of big projects. A few weeks ago, Son #1 began to "tune up" the truck we bought for The Grandson. He disassembled the thing and discovered it was gunked up something awful. He cleaned all the parts and re-assembled the engine, and it wouldn't work. No one is sure what happened. He ended up buying a used motor to replace it. This weekend's problem was getting the motor off the trailer. He borrowed the "cherry picker" from Nanny's shop, only to discover that the hydraulic component was shot. Yesterday morning, The Husband went out in search of a new hydraulic thing. He was lunchtime getting back with it.
As soon as The Husband had eaten a sandwich, he went across the road to help Son #2 with his remodeling project - tearing out sub-flooring and shoring up floor joists. They worked until 11:30 last night.
What was I doing all this time? Babysitting the LRB and Granddaughter #3. Ten-year-old #3 had no problem amusing herself in my sewing room. (She has her own tub of fabric scraps.) The LRB needed a little more attention. We painted, read books, rode the rocking horse that Pop-Pop built for Granddaughter #1 almost 20 years ago.
The girls went home about 8:00. The Husband and I cooked a frozen pizza, then he went back across the road to work on the house some more. At 10:30, I went to bed, and never heard him when he finally came home.
I hear hammering across the road. Today's job will be laying floor covering. I can probably help with that.
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