First the window guy. He (the window SALESMAN, remember), explained with great detail to the Kiwis how he would go about saving my windows if he was them. Here's the bay in question:
He completely understood my passion for this character-filled bay and my complete, um, lack of passion for this particular energy efficiency problem. In ten years, I'll replace all the windows in the house. For now, I really want to enjoy them. He and the Kiwis discussed how to replace the termite damaged wood (squeamish visitors don't look at this photo):
I kinda want to bake the guy a batch of cookies and deliver them to his office; he wouldn't take a consulting payment even though he spent about 30 minutes of his morning at the house. And saved me money!
Next up, the siding arrived in a big red truck. Even cooler was the little trucklet hooked on the back of the big red truck, which delivered the Hardie right to the front walkway. My nephew Quinn would have liked watching this even more than I did. That's the Kiwis looking on:
I left the Kiwis to start siding and headed off to work. After work, I stopped off to pick up all the fancy new door hardware I ordered. When I got home, I could see what a good choice the smooth, 4" exposure Hardie was! I am so excited. It looks gorgeous.
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