Around 6 pm, the landlord showed up, and of course I wasn’t mad at all. I’d already got that out of my system ranting about rudeness on the phone to my husband (the kind of conversation that ends with him saying, ‘Are you finished?’).
There’s no sign of the crane yet, but as it’s -3 now, I’m happy that nothing else will budge that baby for a few hours. Still if you’re in the area, watch your head, don’t loiter, come straight in or go straight out the door, without stopping.
p.s. while trying to put these darn photos into Blogger, I saw the landlord drive up to the house then turn and drive away again. Mmm.