I made him do all the ground level stuff:
It worked pretty well. Always good to see the boy earning his keep:
I did the aerial stuff -- the second- and third-story shit -- since if I fell off the ladder and died, I would lose fewer years than him. It all worked out OK, though. Meaning I didn't die. We were just a couple men at work, leading to this:
More about his visit coming.
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