As I write this, I’m waiting for a phone call. Our church recently completed pouring concrete for a much-needed upgrade on the parking spaces by the daycare facility. They were asking for help and so, although Bob and I have absolutely no experience in these things, we showed up to see what we could do, which was as expected—very little. So I provided food for the workers for a few days.
Now some painting needs to be done, a yellow caution strip to prevent tripping over the little step-up to the sidewalk. Again, I’ve never painted on concrete, but put a brush in my hand and tell me where and I might actually make a small contribution! (Or a mess, or both…) Continue reading “Where’s my brush?”
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