ROCKY RIVER, OHIO – It was 8 a.m. on a Thursday, rush hour on our street as kids head to school and commuters leave for work. And there was a giant truck in our driveway.
“Where do you want your wood?” asked the driver.
Where did I want my wood? I had no idea. How much wood were we talking about?
A lot. A flatbed full. So much that it required three trips up our driveway with a forklift.
As soon as that wood was neatly stacked by our detached garage, in came a truck with a dumpster. Right after that, a truck loaded with portable toilets.
The school bus drivers must have loathed us that morning. But nothing about home renovation is convenient. For months, you live in a construction zone, hoping the noise and mess, extra work and expense are worth it. I mean, who wants a portable
