Margaritas must be involved for it to be a proper fiesta

Today was a far cry from the dreary, drizzly weather earlier in the week. We almost forgot what it was like to feel the sun. Kind of put me in the mood for a tamale and a margarita. Of course, the Mexican workers jamming out to their Hispanic music and taking care of our porches, rock fascia, and siding probably had something to do with my cravings. Three guys were working on the rock and three on the siding. The porches are dry, and the finishing touches (the acid stain and the etchings) will be done at the end of this whole project. 

Rockin' it out on the north side of the homestead.

Our garage with siding and roof, but notice how there's not a cloud in the sky.

Our almost-finished front porch.

And our almost-finished back porch, which will be a screen-in porch eventually.

We headed up there today before Noel went to work to actually meet up with two of my compadres, Angie and Jillian, who haven't seen the house since the land had been cleared. What a difference a few months make! (By the way, it was so wonderful to see you guys!) And who magically appeared while we were there? None other than Indy. And then my parents and the dog. I'm telling you it was a fiesta! Well, not really but we (well, really Noel because I had girl stuff to catch up on) did talk some business -- the front porch steps, gutters and soffits, and insulation.

The geothermal unit in the attic that heats the upstairs. It is suspended from the ceiling.

As is the tubing. It bears a striking resemblance to a big silver spider. Ahhh!

And our parting shot...our little Soxy pants who wonders where we spend all of our time on our days off. Well, little buddy, you'll soon see.