“Finish this house before my stuffed toys stuffocate!” our daughter demanded today.
Tile contractor showed but then left. Fireplace framer checked it out, but didn’t stay: this is perhaps why the house is not finished, I explain to my daughter on a deep blue windy day.
Haiku written by daughter on going over the intersection dip n’ hump @ Whitesburg and Airport:
Speeding towards the hill
The light turns from red to green
“Yee haw,” says Mama.