More drywall, losing a worker, and a Cubby

 

It was a good thing that the work was split into doing two things at once. This kind of upper work my husband did wasn't really a group sort of thing! Can you imagine coming home after an hour commute (you already spent another hour getting to work, too) and a day at the office, knowing that you will have to get on the roof and measure, cut, nail, caulk, and paint siding at the tiniest top of the roofline? He must have dreaded it. 

The front siding work must have felt like a piece of cake!

Meanwhile indoors, sheetrock went up on the walls. It seemed like so much progress, surely the end must be near!

However, we lost a full-time worker that Autumn. Yes, we lost him to a paying job. Can you imagine? And it wasn't a construction job, either (he was careful to avoid that sector). Now our second most capable worker was gone all day, and furthermore he was the only other driver (besides me) available for afternoon hardware store runs. There was this annoying concept called "getting on with life" (related to that ever-running concept of "time") that didn't have anything to do with waiting until this house was finished. Some people. Now we had two evening-and-weekend workers, but at least there were things coming in the interior construction that amateurs could do during the day. 

I can't remember if I showed this already, but my son built a little reading nook at the top of the stairs. This was along the wall of my daughter's closet, back to back with the stair wall. Instead of having the closet go across the entire 7.5' wall, we had a corner that was kind of awkward. There was a heater on that funny corner on the bedroom side, and above that another deep, tall space. My daughter and I thought this upper space would make a neat built-in dollhouse. You should have seen (and heard) the reaction to this. There was absolute refusal by the builders to turn that space into such an item, but in the end the dollhouse won! The under-space behind the heater became the "cubby" with some between-stud spaces left to fashion a bookshelf of sorts. The "dollhouse" was granted a couple of  scrap "floors."