Jimmy loved his work, especially before he became a supervisor, when he got to design and build the projects. Nothing was impossible.
Our house is full of his touches, built-in bookcases, my beautiful sewing table, all the decking, windows where there were none. He put a bathroom in on the main level because my Mom had trouble climbing the stairs.
I've been troubled lately about handling the responsibilities that would have been his. The thought of hiring someone to do the things left undone gives me the kind of anxiety that leads to paralysis, but some of this stuff can't wait.
Babe, I'll do the best I can to NOT get us ripped off. I will consult the hell out of this job and not throw it to the lowest bidder.