I've come to depend on the deep thrum-thrum of Tom's truck engine to rouse me -- even as I intermittently peek at the Today Show to absorb the occasional snippet in the background through its first hour -- at precisely 8 a.m. No thrum-thrum today. I had to get up on my own. It wasn't until I was doing my rounds feeding cats that I heard a car door close outside, but the construction itself now blocks my view of the driveway beside the house. As I went to other windows to try to get a view, the engine started, and Craig's car and Tom's truck pulled out and headed down the street. Must be working on another job site today.
So I wandered outside in my jammies and a down vest and took morning pictures, since I hadn't taken pictures of yesterday's work. Cool but not cold, blue sky with contrails, shadows and patterns.
|The shadow of trees on the . . . are these called studs?|
|Jean-Luc inside, the feral cat Extra outside|
|A future corner window of my quilting studio|
|A new delivery of lumber up on the deck|
|My studio windows will be corner windows, looking out over the oak woodland|
|Upper left, that corner window, upper right the window for the study|
|The bay window on the study|
Daffodils peeking through. I later pointed them out to Craig in hopes that they won't get trampled.
Sun filtering through the tree . . . This is the opposite view of the studs with the shade on them.
|The feral cat known as Barefoot, who thinks I may be coming to offer more food|
|Contrails and sun through the tree|
Off to get ready to go to Soroptimist at lunch time.
See you soon.