Father in law bonding

A small team of us went to a small stilt house on Carr Road, the last road on the east side of South Slidell, just before the bridge going into New Orleans. Every home on this street has been demolished. Whole houses blasted off their stilts, roofs destroyed, you know, the usual run of the mill hurricane destruction. Know what I'm sayin'?

The house we worked on had a steep set of stairs that led to the front door. Wrought iron railing protected the porch and there was a nice picture window in the front bedroom. The house was worked on yesterday, so today's job was to get the drywall removed, out of the house, down to the wheelbarrows, and wheel the detritus along the improvised path of real imitation wood paneling, courtesy of the stilt house. The previous crew was kind enough to leave the front picture window.

(side note: I've had the blessing of having my father in law, Jerry, with me on every job site. Every one says it's so I can watch him, but I really think it's so he can keep an eye on me! It's been such a blast to work along side him, just one year after he had been so sick; many of you have prayed for him and his strong health now is a testimony to God's healing powers.)

Jerry and I figured the picture window would make a great opening to the wheelbarrows 15 feet below....so, we proceeded to destroy the picture window, hammering it, pulling on it, pushing it, and finally yanking it from its perch. Broken glass, bent metal, and splintered wood. It was great fun destroying this window with him. Kind of like Extreme Home Makeover, but with out Ty...or the makeover, for that matter. (If this doesn't make sense to you, just ask someone who gets HGTV on cable.)

Some folks like to bond with their father in law's with golfing or fishing trips, Jerry and I chose to do it over shards of glass and some aggression. Good thing we both got our tetanus shots, eh? We only had to work a half day today and the weather has cooled off...it's much more pleasant than previous work days. This evening I'm even wearing a sweatshirt! Fall is in the air.

One more day to work. Let's go muck. Or as Joan Wohnhas says, "muke." What an amateur...

Glen