Too tired, taut, trebled.
Thoroughly thrashed, triumphant.
Thoughtfully threaded.
At 13 hours from starting, we are well and truly done in, although not entirely done. But close enough for the time available. Very much close enough. Feels like how I feel after a hard twelve hour shift.
The two guys from work, scrub techs, each with amazing lives and skills. Both young and strong and uninjured, unlike D and I. But we are persistent. I knew they were going to be a blessing. Insisted on paying them as we finished the furniture, both refused, claimed I offered too much. Dave* nearly recoiled. "I won't force it but hear me out. This is what I'm paid per hour. It's fair. More than fair." Managed to have both see that their work meant so much to us, they deserved it, and I wouldn't have asked them if I'd not been able to compensate them for their time and effort on Saturday morning.
D's brother arrived with his FIL's truck, and pitched in with energy. Gave him gas money. D's parents guarded Stuff in the lobby, took what they could manage. Once we hit our wall, we called it quits, ordered Chinese for lunch, and sat with D's brother and parents, at the table. In our Dining Room. We are both pleased and daunted by our responsibility.
Both of us pushed to our limits, mostly by ourselves.
*Different Dave. Daves don't get initials or pseudonyms, because, well, why bother?
6 comments:
Thrumming triumphant
tim tam tom
tri tra tra la la
Hurrah!!
The first meal shared with others in your Home.
good :-)
YOUR table in YOUR house,YOUR home.
Oh, many congratulations to you both and happy exploring to Moby.
My welsh Nanna had a fail safe method for making home feel like home on returning from a holiday...she would make a pot of tea and then ensure that supper that night consisted of something with fried onions!
I burn insence on returning home. What do you do?
herhimnbryn,
Burned incense, made tea, and sprinkled rosemary oil in the especially smellsofotherpeople areas. I have to really clean the place, but that will have to wait. I'm not fond of onions, but I'm planning on bacon.
Also, as soon as all the components were here, made the bed up properly.
Rou,
That is so funny and wonderful.
gz,
D's dad admits he thought sending out for Chinese was a movie construct, not a real thing.
Taking photos, dealing with different light, so most have not turned out well. Oh, and I'm too tired to figure it out.
There should be a collective noun for Daves...
joy to eat in your own home...and offer hospitality.
traumatic trembling
tries theoretically
to tell torrid tales
Rosie,
You've outdone yourself with this series, and all in one day.
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