|My mom, bless her, made terrible
cheese sandwiches--just one square American between
two slices of white. Maybe we were poor. Today Steve
and I wrangled 2 16' 2x12s into an attic, first by
tilting out a lower window, then hefting overhead
between exposed ceiling joists. They just barely
fit. Once upstairs, we made a sandwich with thin
plywood strips between the thick planks, glued and
nailed, strapped in place, a beam to replace the
interior wall that previously held up the ceiling.
It was satisfying.
For lunch we went to Ezell's Fried Chicken, 3-piece
spicy dark meat lunch combo with corn and bean
sides, ate outside on a public bench surrounded by
curious crows we fed scraps. They would only come so
close, but I'm hopeful we'll become friends.
Remarkable creatures, they and the rats will outlast