Catch up continued, aka why we have the most expensive garage in the neighborhood.

... so the excavator dude dug our foundations, the concrete guys put in the forms and poured the foundations, took off the forms and we got to work.  Well, really Mark got to work setting up the walls for the garage which is laid out to 24' by 24' so we could park two cars and the row boat in it along with all of our other miscellaneous stuff.
The four walls went up well with a little help from the 'stand here-hold this' assistant, also known as 'ME'.  I was quite interested in the cool 22 gauge device used to shoot the nails through the wall footers into the concrete, it made a good racket and I love shooting a 22 so.. but that is another story.
A week or so later the roof trusses came and Mark called two of his friends to come up and help put them up.  Remember my last blog that said we had a very wet spring....
The first end truss went up well, then Mark went around to the back of the garage, set up the ladder, climbed to the top and helped put in the second truss on the back end of the garage.  On his way down the ladder one of the ladder legs began to quickly sink into the very moist ground, Mark was on the next to the bottom step when the ladder went over completely with his right leg landing on top of the ladder.  He got up and went back to work, said it was a bit sore, iced it up a bit and kept working.
Mark's Dad and I had tickets to a Fisher Cats game and went to see that leaving Mark and his buddies to finish the trusses.  During the 6th inning, I got a phone call from Mark saying that they had finished putting up the trusses and that he was driving himself to the emergency room to have his leg looked at because it really swelled up and was very painful.  Dad and I headed home and I helped Mark's friends take down the staging, put it in the truck to take back to the rental place and then one of his friends drove me to the hospital to meet Mark and pick up the car.
When we got to the hospital and met with the doctor, he said that Mark's leg had swollen up so much that they had to do emergency surgery to release the pressure or the tissue would begin to die off.  So off he went to surgery, and then into recovery and finally into a room for the night.  He spent the next few days in the hospital until they put the final closed stitches into his leg and sent him home to recover.  He was home for two weeks before they let him drive again, by the third week he was back on the roof again finishing the roofing tiles with one of his friends that helped with the trusses.
If not for the insurance company our garage would have really cost several thousand dollars more than it did to build.
The only really good thing that came out of this is that it was the same year that Lance Armstrong was racing in his final Tour de France win (#7) and Mark was able to watch the whole thing start to finish... several times during the day.
In the end we got a great garage, it is full of stuff including cars and boats and as they said in The world according to Garp it is pre-disastered so it will last forever.