I slammedthe tailgate closed with more force than necessary. It’s been a clusterfuck of a morning and I needed some way to vent my frustration. Childish? Maybe. But as I got behind the wheel, I have to admit it helped a little.
My plan was to get to Winnie Everly’s at six, but the clock just hit seven-thirty, and I’m not even at her place yet. I overslept this morning, which is part of the reason I’m running late, but that’s not totally to blame. The lumberyard lost my order so instead of just doing a quick pick up, I helped the staff put it together. To make things worse, they didn’t have the window size I needed, so I had to drive a half hour to their other store location to grab it.
Now I’m back on the highway. If all goes well, I should still be able to finish by the time Pop shows up.
Winnie’s yellow Beetle wasn’t in the driveway when I arrived, which is probably the best thing that’s happened so far today. She’s truly one of my favorite people in Seaside, but I just want to get to work without having to exchange pleasantries. I’m already too far behind.
I finished my second coffee of the morning and got out of the truck. After grabbing my tools from the back seat, I put on a 90’s playlist, and got to work removing boards.
I’m just replacing the steps, but I checked the structure of the rest of the porch to be sure it’s sound. Pop said he did it, but I wouldn’t put it past him to purposely overlook something just to see if I’d notice. He used to do stuff like that when I first started working with him and still surprises me once in a while just to make sure I’m paying attention.
Thankfully everything looks good and after double-checking Pop’s measurements, I got to work cutting boards.