It is Hopeful
I have posted this bit of hopeful news quite a few times. Hopefully this time is a winner, winner . . . chicken dinner.
We just may have a contractor for our front door repair. I need to pinch myself. Dennis and I watched a two-man team totally redo our neighbor’s house to the south of us. Through all of the false hopes we had with numerous contractors that came, they looked but never returned.
I called Bryan Estrada, one of the two-man team I just mentioned. He was here by twelve noon. On the building permit that we will need, Bryan is a family member willing to work right along beside us on the repair of our front door. Our city does have a watchdog of a building inspector. Screw them.
We had a generational lumberyard, Overson’s, that went belly up trying to support too many family members. A young fellow, Vaughn, that worked his way up from sweeping the lumberyard to eventually managing Overson’s. It didn’t take long after the doors closed here in St. James, he went down MN HWY #15 to the south to manage the lumber company in Truman.
I called Vaughn, in Truman, this afternoon and explained that we had a contractor. That alone shocked Vaughn as no one wants the small jobs. At the time that Bryan will start our job, they, Bryan and Carlos, can go to Truman and pick up whatever is needed for our project. Vaughn had no problem invoicing what would be needed as well as keeping an eye on the material being picked up for a project such as ours. As the size of the exterior door will now be 32″ x 76″, it will be a special order that may take a month or perhaps two. Vaughn drives past our home going to work in Truman and on his way home. Vaughn will slip the brochure in the mail slot as to the design that will be ordered.
I am hopeful as it would be a treat to use our front door after many, many years of not. What was once an open porch with a slant floor to shed water has since become an integral portion of living area, aka: my bedroom.
Soon 2022 will be history. Bring it on.