But no less bizarre than watching the news.
Then we went to Menard's and got ceiling paint and some other things and came home and he painted the ceiling in the family room. There was a damaged spot from many years ago, who knows why. And there were the traces of the mud Tim and Julia sprayed all over the ceiling some years ago in a wild, muddy, mitten shaking incident.
The windows were open while I was working this afternoon.
And this--the curtains from over the stairway were washed and hung out to dry.
Then she dug a hole, and the kids had to give her a bath. She also chewed on my grandma's clothespin bag, but we saved it in time.
Heidi arrived about the time I finished working to drop of p.j. for a Friday sleepover, best day of the week, always.
There was some wildness and wrassling in the family room. Gotta have some of that, Grandpa and the Bear Child.
Time to see if kids are in bed.
The living room ceiling awaits tomorrow.
And the dining room wall and the hallway.
I love you, Buddy.
Tomorrow we'll go out for dinner and celebrate this fine anniversary of ours.
Nothing but love, Val, aka MOM, aka Grandma