Whee — but I think the hall is done.
It was a rather random day. First , tattoos. There was a discussion on NPR, a discussion on my favorite board, and a tattoo design left in a copy machine.
This afternoon , in the middle of our floor finishing – two kids rang our bell. They wanted to know if this was the house where the ‘guy that makes guitars lives’ . Well it is. But we had never seen thses kids before. Turns out a friend mentioned DH to them, and they hoped on their bikes to see. Brave kids to come see a stranger , but then again guitar lust has been known to over come almost anything else.
Tomorrow the door jam will go back under the front door – goodbye icy draft.