Da Wall is Da Bomb

The main wall is up.

We finished it on Sunday, including the 62-inch door rough in. Now if only we had a door...

It went fairly well. At one point we did have to disassemble a piece when we realized it was going off in a new direction. There was some cursing...at the wall, not at each other. A few bruises and scrapes to report and one splinter, but no trips to the hospital were required. [A good thing too, since I don't know where it is and it's probably over 30 miles away. ]

No pics yet. I'll work on that later. With this exceptionally fabulous wall, the internet connection moved. My crack tech support has been re-resourced into electrical master and so has not re-connected my desktop computer (the one with the card reader).

Yesterday I went to town (Hilo) and picked up more wood in my kick-ass truck. I even got to drive home with the little red flag attached to the wood hanging off the back. How legit is that. I feel like a real do-it-yourself-er now.

Now I will digress...
The little red flag is for safety, right? So people don't run into your wood or whatever.
I think this safety aspect might be overshadowed by the dangers caused by the distraction of the little red flag. When it was in my light of sight (through the rear view mirror, of course) I kept looking at it. How can you not? It's a red flag bouncing around behind you.
Then when it ducked out of sight behind the wood I was still distracted. Where had my little red flag gone? I got worried it had fallen off and was riveted to my rear view mirror until it came back into view...which was distracting...
See my point? Maybe not. Should be a musing worth a few chuckles though.
For the record...I stopped at all traffic signals, went the speed limit, didn't hit anything, and arrived home safety.