you know. . . .
I feel better just knowing he was there! If the inspector isn't looking out for us, the next best thing you could possibly have is a concrete truck with the Pink Panther on it. Ya know? I'll be out looking for his spoor. . . . That concrete's gotta be irresistible.
We've been really happy with the people who have been working on the house. Without exception - so far - they've been stellar. Rich - excavator-man; George, in charge of the concrete; we only met one of his drivers - neat guy, whose unusual name escapes me for the moment (it was something like "Mouse" - the king will probably remember. . . ); Charles-in-charge, who did the waterproofing and drainage tile and prep for the crawl-space slab; Mr. Purnell Jackson - ex-military - who was also in that crew.
Gotta have steel.
This is the masonry block. It apparently forms a ledge that the brick and stone sit on. . . .
And let's take a look at the landscape again: the moon was out already yesterday as we left. (That's the little white dot in the upper left quadrant. Why does it sometimes look so far away?)
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It was Squirrel. The concrete truck driver's name, that is. Squirrel. Not Mouse. The king did remember.
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