Happy Birthday, Dad! I love this photo of you. It’s a great photo. But not a perfect photo. In the perfect photo, you’d be jiggling a black dress sock between the toes of one foot. And there would be a dog sitting on the floor looking up at you hoping for a treat.
Hope you have a wonderful day!
Downstairs fireplace taking shape…the county inspector was out today and was impressed. Said he only know of two other guys who can build a wood-burning fireplace like this anymore. Dying art I guess.
So far today…both refrigerators broke. I threw out a bunch of food. A few subcontractors want items delivered last week and let me know about it a couple of hours ago. I am without a credit card because mine broke in half yesterday. The dog vomited in the mudroom. Dave has pneumonia.
I am one more small problem away from sitting in a corner wearing a snowmobile helmet and gently banging my head on a wall.
It’s hard to get a great photo of our pigs. If I go above the fence, all I get is a terrific arial view of their backs; they never look up. And any time I approach the fence, they’ve got their snouts stuck through because they’re accustomed to getting a treat of some sort.
I will miss them this winter. I’ll have to find a new spot to dump the moldy bread and rotten vegetables.
Because we just don’t have enough to do around here…Dave contacted a tree service company and had them dump off this:
At least four weekends now shot to hell.
For Uncle Bob…
It was so great to see all my Missouri relatives this past weekend for my brother’s wedding. Aunt Marilyn, Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie, cousins Jenny, Jeff, and Adam…Thank you all for making the trip up here!
I always thought my house pictures must be the most boring thing I post on this blog, but my uncle made a request to see the progress…so here goes:
(Sorry - I used my iPad; no flash and blurry)
Coming up the driveway from the road, this is the view. The front of the house is on the left side.
It’s hard to get the entire front of the house, because the garage is so big. 4 stalls. But here is the front of the actual living portion of the house:
It’s also hard to take pictures of the inside because the framing is up, but since you can see through the walls, it’s difficult to really see room outlines. But here is our kitchen. A counter will run along the wall and turn and go under the window.
Dining room windows - straight across from kitchen window:
And the concrete was just poured in the basement today over the geothermal coils:
The cabinet guy was out taking measurements last week, so I’m hoping to have some drawings by the end of next week or so. I think he’s scheduled for mid-November to install. I imagine that’s when pictures will really be interesting.
Thanks again, family, for the great weekend! Unless Amy or Michael wants to step up to the plate, we can’t wait for another wedding to do this again!
My Favorite Things
I love this time of year. Fall is just around the corner - the temperatures are already dropping into a comfortable zone - and the urge to clean out useless junk and weed out old clothing hits like a tsunami.
Now there are those in my family who may claim that my need to purge is a year-round disorder, not merely a seasonal whimsy. I won’t address that, but I will say that you critics now have another devoted member. Wally and I are circling each other slowly, waiting to see who will make the first lunge and go for the kill.
We were cleaning out his closet and dresser today. And the general state of his room fell under fire as well.
After pointing out various sins, such as piles of books on the floor (right next to a very serviceable bookshelf) and two empty Kleenex boxes on his nightstand, we had the following conversation:
Me: Walt, you are becoming a hoarder. The next step is bottles of your own urine along the window sill and cockroaches dining on half-eaten tubs of applesauce in your laundry basket.
Hoarder: I like the books on the floor. I’m used to it. And I was going to bring the empty boxes upstairs when I go up to get a new box.
Me: But you didn’t do that. Did you? You know what your problem is?
Hoarder: A mom with OCD?
The conversation stopped there. I decided it would be better to walk away than stay and beat him up and have to deal with blood stains on carpet. Nightmare, that.
So I went to my happy place. The laundry room. And where there had previously only been two lonely hangers…now a full bar of them hang, thanks to cleaning out Wally’s closet, the coat closet, and the front hall closet.
An no, that is not a black hanger out of place. It’s dark green.
Birthday Girl gives Birthday Boy a tour of her work place
Walt on his way to work at the local fair. He has a small megaphone in his pocket to “encourage” people to come to his booth and buy malts.