Our story so far: Five tons of drywall was delivered to the 126-year-old Methodist church we were turning into our dream home.

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Day Two of drywall was less efficient than simple delivery. Our drywaller had subcontracted our job to another team. When they arrived and discovered the job was at a 126-year-old, not-perfectly straight church, and it required five-eighth-inch-and-therefore-heavier drywall, the B Team promptly left.

They left. The dour-faced workers got into their pickup truck and left the scene with nary a word.

I saw them driving away as I walked up to the church. Only I didn’t know they were our workers.

“Where are drywallers?” I asked Tyler, who was busying himself with one of the other thousand details requiring attention.

“They left.”

“Are they coming back?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

Well, they didn’t come back.

After regrouping with Tyler and explaining what the B Team didn’t verbalize before departing, our drywaller agreed to use his A Team, the same men who’d had so skillfully finished our sanctuary ceiling, but it would take longer. Despite hearing echoes of “Two weeks! Two weeks!” in my ears, we readily agreed.

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Today’s headline is a quote often attributed to Leonardo Da Vinci and sometimes to Pablo Picasso. And the message in the church sign is a paraphrase from a sermon by Pope Francis.

Tomorrow: The walls made by drywall. Check it out here.