Life...

I've basically had the house to myself for the past few days. My mom and little borther are in Wisconsin, visiting family, and I don't have to work until tomorrow. My dad works, and my other brother...leaves me alone. He's been in and out.
We've been working on the porch, helping my dad. I'm really proud of it. So far, it looks really good. Almost professional, I think. Granted, the spacing isn't exact, but the wood is warped a bit and whatnot. Given what we have, I'm proud of it. I've poured a lot of sweat into this porch, and I got burned a bit. It's worth it, though. It does make me wonder, though, at the people and families who don't do this. The people who hire workers to mow their lawns and put up their Christmas lights. How can you be -that- busy that you can't care for your own house? My dad puts in crazy hard hours. He leaves the house around 6:30 and gets home at 7. That's more than a 12-hour day. He still finds time to mow the lawn, work on the porch, walk the dogs, or put up decorations. Think about that the next time you get home from your 9-to-5 and are "too busy" or "too tired" to do anything.