11/13/2025
[Karin, continued] Then Jeff brought the second pallet from the truck in the road. In the driveway, they repeated the process of shifting the orientation of the Bobcat to the pallet, in hopes it would fit through the door the way the first one had. As he eased forward, Rustin, on the left, called out, “You have half an inch of clearance.” Sean’s friend, Jerry, was on the right, where the WWLO-PO materials were rubbing against the
weatherstripping. “Move the other way a bit!” he called out. But there was only half an inch to spare on the other side.
I held my breath as Jeff expertly threaded that impossibly tight needle – and, sure enough, he managed to get the whole pallet inside without damage to anything. Under Rustin’s direction, Jeff gently stacked the second pallet on top of the first.
At that point, Jeff decided he would need to see the remaining materials all together before he could figure out how to fit all the pieces of the puzzle in place. By then, Sean had switched to a warmer hat, and I was nearly frozen, so I went home, confident that the whole project was in good hands.