That's Mom for you. Give her a warm day, soft grass, the scent of flowers drifting on a wayward breeze and she becomes like the breeze.

Here it was sunny and in the upper 70s. The carpenters came to install the handrail to the basement, only to find that transporting it ruined the join and it had to be done over. So there's sixteen feet of fine red oak on the patio under the deck, clamped and with the glue drying and setting about the doweled join. Early next week it goes in.

Our four columns will be replaced as well. The replacements came yesterday; they are a fiberglass composite, load bearing up to 5,000 pounds each for a place that is supposed to be self-supporting. But having the front of you house fall down is an embarrassment I don't chose to undertake.