Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Einstein and Co. on a roll

We're not kidding. We're working with Einstein.
We've posted the building permit in the window
and await inspection.
He's leveling a floor, straightening a bulging wall and taking the slump out of a tired roof. He's Jennifer's new contractor and he's very good. How good? Well, the name on his truck and the shirt on his back says "Einstein."
No, really it does.
Stan and Jennifer have been hauling dimension lumber on a borrowed trailer, notching rafters, finding tools, plugging extension cords and  anticipating needs for the past two days. . . anything to make Billy more efficient. We don't want the Dollar waiting for the Dimes.
Tomorrow morning we're going to take a two-inch sag out of the middle of the second story floor. . . using a jack, loaded nail gun, fifteen 16-foot 2x8s . . . and extreme leverage. 
How can you do that? No problem, Einstein figured it out.
We finished work a bit earlier than expected today. Stan was thinking about a cold beer and a quiet evening back home after two days of non-stop bending, lifting, squeezing and humping. Not Jennifer, no break for her. 
"How about taking the kayak down the Cannon River?" she proposed.
Shuddering inside, Stan politely declined the invitation.