While living in Montana’s Flathead Valley, there were years when significant construction happened in our development. Some days the hammering echoed hard against the mountain slopes making it was hard to tune out; other days the sounds were muted. One year we were stuck in the middle — construction one lot away on one side and two lots away on the other.
Both houses started their foundations the same month, and their evolution intrigued me. Not for the construction interest per se, but as a glimpse into differing styles. The house to the right plodded along with one or two people periodically showing up on any given day to do work; then nothing for weeks. By contrast, the second house swarmed with crews Monday through Thursday.
The first builder wasn’t in a hurry it seemed, while the second couldn’t move fast enough. Their contrasting styles reminded me how some of us can (continue reading →)
