My family moved out of my husband's home this morning because 10,000 workers showed up to do some serious work. Yeah, that's a slight exaggeration. Okay, okay, a huge exaggeration!
A carpenter worked at our house much of last week and his work turned out perfectly fantastic. We had our driveway poured at the end of last week and it was set enough that the crews can walk on it. We had a group of tree trimmers, some guys doing miscellaneous work, and a crew of painters over today. Oh, and the concrete guys showed up again so that they could finish the driveway. The trees out front have been trimmed, the miscellaneous work is complete, and the ceiling retexturing appears to be halfway complete. I'm estimating that we should be back in our house sometime this weekend if work continues at such a brisk pace inside the house.
I've commented several times that I wish we had this work performed ages ago. Isn't it always that way? You live with things that bother you (whether it's with your car or your house) and you fix it so it's nice for someone else.
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