“I know,” she said.
She held the first new sheet against the wall. It was unwieldy, wanting to tip, wanting to win. She used a scrap 2x4 to lever it into place, checked it with a level (slightly off—adjusted), then drove the first nail through the groove where the next sheet would hide it. installing t1-11 siding
She marked on her calendar for next weekend: install remaining three walls. Reward: buy flowers for the window box. “I know,” she said
The old nails fought her. One snapped. Another buried itself in her glove but missed skin. She pried off the last rotten board and saw daylight through the frame. For a moment, she felt like a fraud—this was Tom’s job, not hers. She used a scrap 2x4 to lever it
Each hit felt like a small declaration.
She drove to the lumberyard and asked for T1-11 siding. The kid behind the counter raised an eyebrow. “You know this is 4x8 sheets? Heavy stuff.”