This is me a year later. I was about to start painting and had just finished spackling the walls to prepare them. Two hours before this picture was taken, I had never heard of "spackle." I am looking at the paint brush and thinking, "What the heck have I got myself into."
Two decades later, I have -- with great reluctance and heel dragging -- installed ceiling fans, dishwashers, disposal units, gutters, electric wiring, plumbing, and insulation. I have dug trenches and installed irrigation systems. I am still muttering, "What the heck have I got myself into." Yes, I have been Karen's best construction project.
Although I didn't do too well with building treehouses.
Come to think of it, I didn't do too well with the disposal unit either.
But moving along...when I first thought about this post and the theme of "construction," I didn't think I would have much. I was thinking typical hard-hat construction stuff.
But there is also construction on a smaller scale:
I'll never forget this amazing Zapotek Indian woman I met when I was fortunate enought to be part of a government exhange program in Oaxaca, Mexico.
Or the sand sculptors below at the Isle of Palms summer sand sculpture competition.
And that, for the moment, is that...I've got to go now and replace a tire on the lawn mower. Happy New Year!