Brick upon brick, I'm building on the foundation of a pretty terrific life. Always adding to my already wonderful start.
Putting them square, checking it with a plumb line, a perfect cupful of mortar carefully and evenly layered between each one.
This foundation and the eventually imposing edifice must weather all storms throughout time and remain standing come what may.
I check the blueprints, the various doctrines of proper building, then go about my work.
Things go along, walls rise, outer and inner as one. The outer I refine for appearances. The inner I refine for satisfaction. Big weight-bearing beams are anchored where they belong.
Drywall, wallpaper, outlets, fixtures, switches, and windows are in place.