Push comes to shove on insulation

Arnold was waay up there Tuesday, wrangling insulation between studs on the front wall. With luck, we can get it all done in a few days, get our inspection and then start on drywall and paneling beyond the kitchen.

Brantley was at the lumberyard picking up more supplies, or at least trying to. Ref's old truck has had an obviously too-tight brake on the left rear wheel for a while -- and this time, it was far too tight. It locked up and wouldn't let go in the middle of the loading lane inside the warehouse. It was going nowhere fast.

Arnold went for the big truck, perhaps to give a tow, and I hightailed it up there with Nate to see what we could do.

A resourceful forklift guy at the lumberyard had a productive suggestion: He wedged a fork into the truck's rear hitch and gave a mighty push out, around the corner, down the alley and out into a parking place on the street.

Sure enough three wheels were rolling, and rear left was just skidding along.

We loaded some insulation into my car, and some into the big truck, and went back to the house to pick up where we'd left off.

Meanwhile, Tawny called: The kitchen cabinet remeasure was now official, and I could finally place the order.

There was more paperwork than you could imagine, and I expected lights and sirens to go off when I ran the tab through my Amex card -- but nope; the computer just printed out the chit, I signed it and went off to dream of cherrywood for a month.