When One Door Closes . . .

The new one Doug and I installed opens. One project done. We'll build more of the wall this weekend. Tonight we grabbed some burgers, then removed the old door and replaced it with a brand new one. It was hard work, he did most of it, I was there as an extra set of hands. Seneca, his dog is a good little supervisor. 9:00pm and she lets it be known that it's time for me to go home. It's quite funny how she starts pushing me towards the door, then jumps up on Doug, so he'll pick her up so she can say goodbye. She's quite the character. On the way home, I drove past and under fireworks along Lake Drive in St. Francis. A celebration of a job well done maybe?