You know you're in the barrio when...

Made me laugh! The trailer in the foreground is CtC's trash trailer the the electricians can never find. It fits right into the barrio. Gives us street cred, pun intended.

Made me laugh! The trailer in the foreground is CtC's trash trailer the the electricians can never find. It fits right into the barrio. Gives us street cred, pun intended.

You wake up to a semi tractor in what counts as a driveway in the barrio! The husband part of the folks across from DnT has a long-haul trucking company. These appear, always in the night, from time to time. Then disappear, always before dawn. Surprisingly quiet. Not really any more noisy than a car.

I think I've talked about the neighbors (across from DnT) before. They are the nicest people. There are an untold number of kids. The oldest in in college on a full-ride scholarship in Philadelphia. They are Mormons. And Hispanic. Which also makes me laugh a little. Just not what you'd expect. Here in the barrio.

Meetings occur a couple of times a week so they must have some standing in the church. The juxtaposition of the lilly white, always, Mormons arriving for meeting in the barrio makes me chuckle. Their cars look like sensable versions of the Volvo. So they are as easy to spot as we are when we drive in. Hell, the barrio probably figures we are part of the Mormon clan...

So, one dressed in the duty black pants and white shirt, came over one day to examine the Quail Manor. Said all the right things. Then made a pitch for Jesus (do Mormons believe in Jesus?, in any event, he made a pitch). I think they might be on a quota...

"Do you belong to a church?" 


"Do you want to belong to a church?"


"Thank you"

I'll leave it to the reader to determine who played which role in the preceding dialog.

Meanwhile at the Quail Manor. Progress made. Not all that visible, but good progress. This trim stuff takes quite a while. Didn't have to go AFYAMF on anybody. The door guy is running out of time and the fan guy has not appeared, so opportunity remains.

We decided to trim out the barn doors. Good thing too. The drywall was none too plumb, we learned as the trimming progressed. Sorted that were are building our own guides and stops. The stuff that came with the rail was going to scratch-up the door in the first two times the doors were used. My research (extensive, of course) on barn door hardware suggests it is mostly cobbled together, so gratifying to be continuing the tradition.

Further we decided to use silver (regular looking) fasteners on the black hardware to kind of mimic the joist hangers on the front porch and pergola. If does not look cool, will paint it black.

CtC progressed the bathroom wall cabinets. Turns out we had to move the fart fans forward about 6 inches to clear the cabinets. Not as painful as it could have been, but unplanned. There is a picture in today's stack of just how close we got the door clearance. Could not have gone any higher and still been able to open the doors.

Further we decided to position the under cabinet light fixture in the center left to right and as far back as possible. May decide otherwise when it goes up, but seemed to be the best way to "hide" it.

Here are pictures... There are a couple of the boxes the closets came in. I inventoried and it was perfect. The UPS guy delivered them late Monday evening. I was sitting in the pergola enjoying the sunset (and the New Belgium seasonal beer, which is quite good) when arose quite a clatter at the front door. I thought who the hell can that be? UPS guy was who.

In honor of UPS. We've gotten the know the driver. The boxes took up pretty much his whole truck. They were addressed to DnT's. He got no answer there, I was in the pergola. He figured they were for next door anyway. Lights are on. Banging. I think he mostly wanted help unloading the truck! In the process the UPS guy and I have bonded.

Weather note. Windy here today. Which happens. The noteworthy part is, the weather lady (my favorite she seems to have insights she did not read on, no big hair, and no obvious surgical enhancements) warns cyclists heading east for a training ride that it's going to be hard. That's a good weather lady.