At nine am, Pete Mason is already there in his bright yellow bicycle jacket, firing jokes and bossing people around. It turns out to be the perfect thing to do.
Gary Gronlund, fireman & hockey buddy, Master of Mullions yesterday, is still not afraid of the scaffold.
Brett arrives saying Owen collapsed at hockey this morning back on the coast, no news. Tor appears, making it a foursome.
I feel a humbling gratitude, and pride to be one of them.
They have done this stuff before and are not intimidated by the heavy Kingspan at the back, the height and the problematic logistics of lifting & carrying & planning safely what comes before what.
Everything is discussed before action is taken. Gord decrees that the Kingspan should be cut in half for easier moving. Pete quips for humour and perspective; together, they’re all very good at problem-solving.
Pete says (at the moment when it all looks so daunting): “ You think if we just left it like that we could grow marijuana.”
The crates arrive.
Across the laneway, the Inniskillin tent is dismantled.
When the glass man finds the keys to his rig, we change focus. At the last minute Gord decides instead to put all the glass on the A frame, and we shift back to taking down the panels.
Tuesday goes by like this. We get a lot done, with more to finish tomorrow.
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