Most of the insulation is done for the attic space that will be closed in as a bonus room. The wiring is complete and I only need to build the wall out that the door will be installed on. I drove my trusty truck and picked up 10 sheets of drywall. Now, how do I get those 10 sheets up the garage stairs into the attic?
Daughter is on a weight restriction, no go.
Son-in-law is working late, too late.
Foster son is working overtime, too tired.
Neighbors are out-of-town, no go.
Friends are older than me, nope.
Pastor Andy’s sermon from Sunday reminded us that we can create our own loneliness and isolation. When we are hurt or even grieving, we withdraw and then wonder why we are lonely. He challenged us to reach out instead of withdrawing, to ask for help when we really need it. O.K. so is this a test to see if I was listening? We have a neighborhood watch app for my street that includes four or five neighboring streets. I posted a note that I needed help unloading 10 sheets of drywall. A kind husband/wife team in their 70’s were the ones that showed up to help. The wife and I switched off carrying one end and the husband carried the low-end. I was very grateful for their help and sent them home with jam, honey and a dozen eggs from the girls. They were so helpful and would not accept money, true neighbors!
I checked the punch list. I’ve been telling people I was down to 30 something. I’m happy to say that I am down to 28, Whoot! Down from the original 100 and no under 30! Tonight I will be cutting drywall to fit into the small spaces. Tomorrow night my son-in-law will be over with his might and height to help with the ceiling drywall.
Sigh! I will be happy when all the construction projects are finished.