Of the two people who make living at The Park possible, the most important is Chuck.
Long ago I came to an understanding about myself. I knew at the core of my being I could do a house project just well enough to say it was done, but poor enough that I would curse my handiwork every time I looked at it.
In my heart of hearts I knew I could work just a little bit harder and hire the craftsman who would do the job right, and in the end cost only a little bit more than if I did it, then hired someone to undo my mess and do it right. That's how we met Chuck.
Chuck is our Doer. For the past ten years, whenever we needed something done right, we have called Chuck. He generally shows up within a day or two of our calling, stays until the job is complete, and presents a bill that doesn't buckle our knees. Over the years he has become family, only like one of the successful family members everyone fawns over.
Today it was another crown molding project. The last room on our first floor without molding is this little powder room. Never heard of molding in a powder room? Most of our home has very wavy cement walls and ceilings which make the joins very uneven. Crown molding dresses it up quite well.
As Mrs. T says, he is our Chuck, you can't have him.