It is, totally boring, nothing but work.
The job is finished on the side of the house--good for another twenty years.
The kids helped take down the scaffolding. This scaffolding was given to Jay by a friend of his parents, quite a long time ago. It's come in very handy living here.
There's also something simple and also elegant about it--the way it can be assembled and taken apart again, built and unbuilt on the way up and down.
I don't know much about a lot of things, but this is sweet.
Oh, and here we have the girl home from the university, doing her laundry!
(See what I mean about boring? Is anything more boring-er than laundry?)
This is one cluttered kitchen.
On to other problems.
Jay replaced the storm door upstairs.
James was doing basketball tricks shooting from the flat roof and somehow in the process, the door was only closed, not hooked.
Well, the wind caught it and tore it to shreds. It was barely hanging together by a thread anyway.
So Jay ordered a new door in a funky size, and installed it, and it's great. It's not like the battered, tattered old door that was on there. He also replaced the rotten sill.
We're coming up in the world. Tonight I did the trim painting, and voila.
It looks like it's always been there.
And then Lydia and I painted the first coat on the front of the garage. Second coat to follow--didn't even take that long. With two of us it was less than two hours.
And after all that I cleaned up and went to a real estate appointment that was very fun. While the parents and I talked, their little child made me a special picture with stickers to take home.
She also told me some very important things about princesses, to the point she was jumping in the air.
(I loved it. Plus they let me cuddle their baby while we toured the house.)
Anyway, it's the end of Monday night, and the week is looking very fine.
(Renee and her daughter are going to be here on Wednesday!)
There's her daughter right there in front, in the black shirt.
There's Renee in the middle in the red scarf, going fast.
See you soon, Girls.
love always, Val
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