By the light of the moon.

Tonight Phil and I spent some time alone outside, under the moonlight.  The clear light, the cooling earth, the smell of asphalt emusion and the neon yellow of the fiberglass sheet.  Yea, the waterproofing guy just never came back, so Phil decided we should go ahead and do it.  To be fair, Phil really did the most work.  But I did buy the rollers, and the red licorice (hello! sustenance!), and I did actually help.

I never knew how beautiful a waterproofed wall could be.  Because hopefully?  Pool. 

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