Poor Scot. I'd promised him good food and good wine for his help. Instead he got cheap Barefoot Merlot and a peanut butter sandwich now and then (not to mention me calling Christianity a Religion of a Resuscitated Corpse).
Joni and I were a bit disoriented from the last month of trying to move. Scot was a huge help to us! Thanks Scot!
On the Fourteenth, we decided to tackle putting in Bamboo floors. Joni was hesitant about our (Scot and Me) abilities. She has a right to. We have no talent. Here Scot contemplates the project.