Friends in tall places

This post is not about pie. I will save the conclusion to that story for tomorrow, 

as it requires more words than I am capable of writing now, as Sunday was not a day of rest.

How many people does it take to replace a noisy garage door opener on its last legs? 

Three, and it helps if one is very tall. 

Danni, Tall Paul, and I make quite a team. 

Perhaps we should go on the road as some sort of pie-baking, d-i-y act.

Despite my trepidation, the garage did not blow up when I pressed the new button,

and I now have a blissfully silent garage door opener. 

But we weren't done yet. The next tall order of the day was nest-proofing a downspout on the barn. 

What a beautiful afternoon to climb up to the roof. Tall Paul covered the favorite nesting spot 

with hardware cloth, thereby solving the drainage issues plaguing the back of the barn.

George and Alan were very concerned about Tall Paul's welfare up there on the ladder...

...but forgot all about him once Danni showed up to scratch their butts.

With that project checked off the list, there was one left: 

straighten the twisted beam on the front porch.

Using nothing but brute strength, Tall Powerful Paul twisted that beam right back in place.

Ok, so maybe there were some support boards and a hydraulic bottle jack involved as well, but still.

Check out those muscles! And all this from a man who can flip stuff in a skillet and make a flaky pie crust, too.

I got to play with the drill for awhile, then handled the last important project of the day: 

making all of us some well-earned margaritas.