The deal was... I need this railing up by the 22nd of July. The 20-something Welder-dude, who seems to have patterned his personal aesthetics on those ultra-tall creatures...???... men... ???... beings... ???... from the movie Avatar. Curious about the weird 3-D Mohawk he sports, furry on top, closely shaved on the sides, I hazarded the obvious question. And, you know what? I was right. The Welder-dude dug the movie and being 6 feet 6, with blues eyes, he was nearly there. All it took was an electric razor. Anyway, I periodically called the Welder-dude to remind him of the Impending Date. He always seemed surprised to hear from me. Nor did he seemed much bothered by Time. I took this to be a bad sign, adding to my general nervousness from so many sectors. I prayed.
Well, prayer worked!!! The Welder-dude called me last Friday, 2 minutes before backing his truck across the Medieval bridge and right up to my ramp leading up to il Poggiolo, to tell me he was going to instal the railing. I IMMEDIATELY called Mr. You with the news. I suddenly received a litany of Commands & Orders regarding its imminent installation. I needed paper & pen handy, however, I was standing in the bathroom stark-naked after a shower. I thought it was time to smell decent over the odor of heavily fertilized potting soil. I said Yes to everything and then, hung up.
Dressed & perfumed, I arrived on the Terrace to see Welder-dude & assistant... who happens to be the Welder-dude's boss though considerably shorter of physical stature... measuring the railings height, done without the wooden stained hand-rail. The Welder-dude said he didn't like my idea of a small iron frame around the rail at the point it abuts the stuccoed pylon. Fine. I have to go tomorrow to see his idea. In light of the Time remaining, it is Highly Probable that I'll go with the -dude's idea. Gads.
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