I went to the site of my condo today. Two days ago, the cement foundation was all there was to see. As I walked towards 12-132 Robin Ridge Drive in Belmont, there was wood! The base floor was laid and one of the walls of the garage was up. Oh, Lordy. I’m just a bit excited.
As I rounded my neighbours’ home, there sat the crew, enjoying a lunch break in the shade. I asked if I might join them and was welcomed in. Five young men, happy to talk and happy to share my newspaper. We were just folks, playing differing roles in the erection of my home, but all needing some respite from the power of the sun.
Soon it was time for them to get back to work and for me to resume gazing upon my emerging kingdom. Except that the sun’s rays had found their way to our sanctuary. I looked across the street at a condo that was for sale. The porch was in shade, and soon my lawn chair and I were too.
The guys had arranged a bunch of 2×4’s on the floor and were soon power stapling to beat the band. My home … appearing before my eyes. Those young men were working hard for me in the heat. Thank you, gentlemen.
Number 12 was no longer just a flat expanse of grey concrete. That one vertical wall would soon be joined by another. I decided to record this on my laptop in real time but even in the shade I couldn’t see the screen. So I got up from my throne, left it sitting there, and drove to … here – the library. Soon I’ll return to the scene of the action and will no doubt resume my state of ownership bliss. I’ve never had a new home. I’ve never seen it take shape. And I’ve never been a Belmontonian. Soon.