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No one could possibly believe this. I had four... 1,2,3,4....young men climbing all over my house, pounding, sawing, singing. They have fixed the roof -- for real, fixed roof = no puddles on floor. They have replaced all facea and soffets. It is so thrilling. And tomorrow they will be out there in the 90+ heat just a sweating and singing and painting. They are nuts! No way would I do such a thing for any amount of money. And , ~sigh~ they are doing it for an amount of money. [ But not as much as most would get] The leader of this pack is the former youth leader of our church. He is larger than life. He raps. He calls me M'am. Yeah, I know it is a title of respect but they are almost my age -- well some are in their fifties, I'm sure. Calling me Mama. That's just wrong. You know. Anyway, tomorrow they stain the wood. It does look so good! And then after they go to a mall and put in a balcony railing on the fifth floor they will return to... this is so shocking... put in a new floor in the den and kitchen. It will be all the same .... flowing, you know. Away with the damaged den floor that got woe begone when the tarp blew off of the open roof and the rains poured down and the ceiling followed. Away with the kitchen vinyl the sorry person who would not listen to me ruined with his sloppy goppy work. This week is just the best year I've had in ages. To bed I go to sleep the peacful sleep of an abundantly blessed child of the King. |
Which I like better than the student people from Kenya calling me Mama all the time. 
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