11:00 am. The window truck arrives. I hear faint echos of harps from the heavens.
First, the rectangular bottom pieces.
Then, flexible metal is stretched over the arch to create a mold for the glass. Not so easy, since the arches are not as perfect as they appear to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, a farewell and thank you to the guys who’ve been here from be beginning, a month before we arrived. It’s their last day. The job is done.
Chili and beer to celebrate.
The window in the study is finished–except for some silicone. The bedroom windows will be finished on Wednesday. Sun late in the day makes a photo tricky.
The view from the finished window, looking down on the patio. Hallelujah! More harps.