Buck and I spent yesterday afternoon with Bobby Exum at Architectural Accents on the corner of Lee Street and 9th Avenue, poring over the catalogs of front door suppliers. Seemed like a simple thing, to pick out a front door. Huh.
Anyway, we finally ran out of day and came on back home. After supper, we went back out to walk around the new part of the house. I looked through the front door — that is, the place where a front door will be once we get one — and saw a big white blob out on the red clay.
“Is that our b-b-bathtub?” I stuttered, unbelieving.
“I do believe it is.” Buck headed out to look.
“When did somebody come along and throw my fancy new bathtub out on the red clay?” I still could hardly accept what my eyes were telling me.
But there it was.
This morning some of the subs carried it into the house, where it is now at rest, waiting patiently in the pretty morning light for Larry Pugh, the plumbing contractor.