It's getting closer to being real

[gwyn]

Here's some more garage pics for the few who are following the saga.

	This is the the shell of the garage with roof, finally. A door and a window. All the mod cons!
	Then they came and wrapped the house with... well, house wrap. I love how prosaic the name is. This was called Tru Wrap or something, on the other side they actually had stuff called House Wrap. Sort of like Snakes on a Plane -- you know what you're getting.
	The siding finally goes up. It's a mix of concrete and recycled wood, already primed for painting. Since I was going to paint myself, this was a good thing.
	The garage doors go in. Oddly enough, the color of the garage is almost the same shade of blue as this protective film. They didn't understand which doors I'd requested so they gave me the standard average door, but I didn't care enough to gripe. Stuff like that is largely meaningless to me.
	Cherry trees carpet my lawn and sidewalk with pink. People keep stopping to talk to me about it -- it's like walking in a pink snowstorm.
	Doors! And the go up and down! When we get electricity, they will go up and down with the click of a button. The guy handed me my clickers and manual with almost ceremonious decorum.
	It almost looks real, doesn't it?
	One Saturday morning, the fence guy came and put up the new fence in like three hours. At long last, after 15 years, I have a back gate that works.
	My friend Keith came the same day. I wanted a pic of him in front of the spankin' new gate, and he was being all stiff and formal like when he poses for head shots for all the speaking engagements he does. I complained and so he went Mr. Roboto.
	Insulation! It was amazing -- we went from echoey to silent in about an hour. I love that insulation is pink.
	The garden is ablaze. I wish I could find the time to get out and treat it better.
	Drywall! It's starting to feel real now.
	The Beetle, she really, really wants in. She's tired of being parked in the blazing sun or the pouring rain or the lashing wind.
	Dad designed my garage (I may not have mentioned that) since he's a qualified architect. He built me a little hidey entrance to the attic part, and there will be a pulldown ladder that I will be afraid to use. (I have no sense of balance left after severe ear infections when I was a teen and ladders are a really scary proposition for me.)
	The golden chain tree is busy. Bees are everywhere, it's like a little hive out there. I love it (non-scary bees, just lovely little bumbles and masons and honeybees, doing their thing).