Fitting and proper(ly random)

Row on row the little guest bathroom grew Monday and Tuesday, with Hank setting, spacing, tapping, adjusting and readjusting the tile, and Ray making cuts as required with the wet saw on the porch.

One exception: When the cuts are rounded, as around the shower control, Hank gets out the hand grinder and trims as required. If I tried that trick, I don't think I'd have a finger left.

But he's steady as you go, rank after rank, with occasional asides about what fun it is to make three shades of tile (two of which are almost identical) look randomly chosen.

Hank's a meticulous guy, but he rises well to the challenge of randomness.

Photos don't do justice to the glass strips (about even with his left elbow in the bottom photo). Yesterday FedEx delivered the light fixtures, which look as if they were custom made to match the glass, and are merely fantastic. I put them upstairs to keep them out of harm's way.

They sure won't fit into our locker at Old Town Self Storage, which is already tight at the seams. Today we went over to rearrange it a bit, to get ready for the two big chairs for the den being delivered Thursday. We opened the door, looked around, moved one small box, shook our heads and locked it back up.