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Just so totally blow my skirt up all the way over my head. I love to see it. I just love to see it. It reminds me of when I sold my parents' place to some hot shot developers. I whined to one of them about needing a door where there was only a window at my new house. He told me to go out and buy the door I wanted and call him when I had it.
I did.
A few minutes later God was there and slapped that puppy in so fast my head swam. Perfect! Didn't hurt the wall, inside or out, and cleaned up his mess and smiled and waved as he drove off. I was thunderstruck. Gobsmacked. Utterly delighted. Giddy from it for months, years... still!
It wasn't even the speed of it that was the most impressive part. It was the perfection.
In fact, here, despite this fellow having been an oil executive and bossy as heck, I'd take him for a husband. I'd just have to conk him once in a while and everything would be hunky dory. I'd've done a few things a little better there... like nix the white window frames probably first of all... and sacrificed bedrooms upstairs... and toned it down at the guildhall a bit... but he really did a darn good job on that, and everyone should be proud of him too.
This has cheered me up from those dreary cob constructions considerably... even though I like rustic much better than modern... even though I'd like a grassy roof... even though I generally admire men who are handy more than just bossy... more into living than money... I can't help it. He hired that contractor. He worked with the crews and brought her in on time and to contract. No bullshit. No shilly-shallying. So satisfying....
Though, he would've had to watch me, because I might've run off with the contractor....
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If that one wasn't good enough for you, I defy you to find a better barn renovation than this one....
