fall rush

Hoping to obviate the necessity of doing rush work in the spring, the shower manufacture continues. Today the plumber resolders the pipes he already installed to move them deeper into the wall, and redrills the hole he already drilled to fit the copper pan. I think he feels like he's "going so backwards," in

the words of one of my story subjects. Meanwhile, the Savage (and  faithful hound) make screen doors. As always, my duties in fine home building consist of  painting, cleanup, going to the dump (open only four days now) and paying. It's the latter that sometimes creates panic. "No linens, no us!!!!!" one of my longtime tenants wrote.
"JUST KIDDING!!!!"