Monday, back to the real world

Monday morning and back to the real world. Was up early and had to get back up in the attic to cover an AC vent with insulation that was removed by our second contractor, Crazy Tom. The darn thing has been weeping from condensation (the vent, not Crazy) and I was attempting to fix it. But before I could do that, I had to get a light up there so I could see, and I had to add three-quarter inch plywood so I would not have to walk on the beams or the top of the ceiling. then there was the matter of cutting away about two square foot of roof in the attic (it's the back end of the old hip roof that covered the porch when they dragged it over her to make it the front of this house. It now looks like the house is actually three old Cracker Cottages that were tied together and roofed over.)
So you can understand that it was incredibly hot up there and by 11:30 I was wringing wet and then the SawsAll blade broke and, well, that was it for the day. The Faulkner Street Saga continues tomorrow.
BTW, August 7 is my Dad's birthday, he would have been 81 tomorrow. Here's a picture of him taken in December 2004 at his home in Niantic, Ct., which he and Mom share with Kathy and her husband, Chris Waszczak. The second photo is of the actor Douglas Fowley.

Fowley was Dad's older cousin on the Daly side of the Guinagh side. Dad only knew him a little. Fowley had stayed at my grandparents home in Queen Village, New York, at the beginning of the Second Wolrd War, when Dad was about 13 or 14. By then Fowley was a well known character actor in Hoyywood. He went on the make over 80 movies. Which seems funny, because Dad always used to say, "Life, it's not like the movies."