Part-time prevaricator
As we finished up, my phone’s randomizer delivered Corb Lund’s song “Hard on Equipment”, which seemed appropriate, given it reminds my wife of me and reminds me of my dad.
I had my phone playing music throughout the week, and it delivered some gems:
Good times.
Another day, another bunch of garage demolition.
Above: the foreman checks the dumpster’s contents.
Below: some more comparison photos
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And beginning to end.
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There’s still some work to do—mostly cleanup—but we got a lot done in a few days. Huge thanks to Kevin, who lent his expertise, his muscles, and his chainsaw to the removal of the roof.
After, I sat in the yard and took a few more artsy photos.
Above: our foreman, the perpetually-angry Angry Squirrel, who’s losing a safe hiding spot for all the pine cones he’s collected.
Below: before-and-after photos of the roof going down on our garage.
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Smashy smashy!