The long Pella truck arrived at 6:45 last Thursday morning. It was carrying our windows and sliding glass doors. The driver went round and round, trying to find the closest access point to unload his heavy cargo.
I found a book for Buck to use as a makeshift clip board for the bill of lading checklist. Five of the casement windows for the porch were missing. Not to worry. Delayed, not lost.
The next morning, the framers discovered they had made a mistake in framing five of the windows on the front of the house. They framed them for casements rather than the double hung style called for in the plan. Frustrating for everyone, but this is part of the gauntlet of everyday life. Small stuff, really.
The big picture is the mushy lovely feeling I get looking at the unfinished window wall in the living room. Feels like we’re in a tree house, even at flat land ground level.