Workin' On A Dream: Part 2

It's Friday: TGIF.  And we are back in our own little cottage again.

Yesterday we spent the morning running back and forth between Merrybrook and our house; power failure afflicted both locations, as it did on Wednesday also. We passed some time watching the paint dry; listening to Peter's generator powering the saws for a tree service trim job next door; and getting errands done in the village.  By lunch time we were ready for a break, so we made sandwiches and sat on the little deck over the creek at our lodge. The deck on the cabin next door (Number 4) was being rebuilt, but the noise of the workmen was not as bad as that at home, and the Mexican radio station was playing some easy-listening dance music; we sat on that deck for a couple of peaceful hours, as a breeze wafted past and the stream gurgled below.  Two beautiful mallard ducks were fishing for lunch below the deck; birds were singing.  I love that lodge.

We met the painter late in the afternoon at our cottage, and we all pronounced it Very Good.  I headed to the back room to write a check for him and as I went on-line first, to see how our bank balance was faring, I discovered that someone had paid for the paint contractor's work: President Obama!  There was an automatic deposit to the account for our Stimulus Package lagniappe.  I wrote the check and handed it to Mr. Painter, saying: "It's from the government, they are here to help us!"  He opined that we were being very good citizens, as we were spending the money immediately, in a local business (he lives on Bear Creek Road) on home improvement. You can't get more patriotic than that, folks! Thanks, Barack!

To celebrate yet another great bit of good luck, we took ourselves down the road to dinner at Scopazzi's, and lifted a glass of local red to the new administration as we celebrated the successful completion of Stage One of our renovation.

Yes, the before/after photos are coming soon, via Kodak Gallery: watch your incoming mail.