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May. 3rd, 2013 10:07 amContractors drive big trucks.
The extended cabins, super-long trailer beds, wheels big enough for armored personnel carriers. They're shiny, new, and well-cared for. These are proud trucks.
Four of them were parked side-by-side in the temple parking lot this am and I could hardly get past in my tiny Honda Civic.
Contractors mean bids, and bids mean stage one of the temple renovation has begun. I didn't even need to ask.
The job's a small one to start: building a firewall to separate the prayer room from the temple, and building two bathrooms. (Bigger contractors drive sedans and the guy who does the bids is never seen at the job site.)
Sure enough, behind the temple: a cluster of big guys in workman-like clothes, dressed for success. Funny they clustered together. Knew each other? Sizing up the competition? Intimidated by a Buddhist temple?
Ani Dawa, also in her work clothes, waved to me and warned: "These are the guys who're going to mess up your paint job!"
After a moment's thought, I raised my arms. "Yay!"
P.S. Kristin tells me that one of the contractors is Amazingly good-looking. I told her all contractors are attractive. It's how they walk (and I admit, I like men who are handy). But she said, "But this guy is dreamy."
This I gotta see. I have a prayer shift today. Maybe he'll be around. *cranes neck*
The extended cabins, super-long trailer beds, wheels big enough for armored personnel carriers. They're shiny, new, and well-cared for. These are proud trucks.
Four of them were parked side-by-side in the temple parking lot this am and I could hardly get past in my tiny Honda Civic.
Contractors mean bids, and bids mean stage one of the temple renovation has begun. I didn't even need to ask.
The job's a small one to start: building a firewall to separate the prayer room from the temple, and building two bathrooms. (Bigger contractors drive sedans and the guy who does the bids is never seen at the job site.)
Sure enough, behind the temple: a cluster of big guys in workman-like clothes, dressed for success. Funny they clustered together. Knew each other? Sizing up the competition? Intimidated by a Buddhist temple?
Ani Dawa, also in her work clothes, waved to me and warned: "These are the guys who're going to mess up your paint job!"
After a moment's thought, I raised my arms. "Yay!"
P.S. Kristin tells me that one of the contractors is Amazingly good-looking. I told her all contractors are attractive. It's how they walk (and I admit, I like men who are handy). But she said, "But this guy is dreamy."
This I gotta see. I have a prayer shift today. Maybe he'll be around. *cranes neck*
