friday, first day of fall

I bought this guy that fastens to the outside door lights for $3.99.  I only bought one, not sure how it would work.  Well, it was simple and fun, and I might need two more.

She's here for a sleepover, beautiful child with her dearly beloved tablet.

 When we first painted this room this shade of pink Dan told the girls, "And then if you feel sick to your stomach you can just lick the walls."

Yes, Pepto Bismol (or Pepto Gizmo, as Kirsten used to call it) pink walls are all done.  Kari wanted mint green and embarked on the touching up of the walls, the placing of painter's tape and the work.

It was slow going and frustrating.

Yeah, true. That's why we don't paint all that often and consider colors carefully.

Here's her, chased to bed, Julia so tired she's out cold.

 And this picture of the office--today all at once while I was working,

(I telecommute at a fine nursing job so that we can have health insurance.  Real estate is great in so many ways, but provides zero benefits.)

Anyway, all at once, NO INTERNET.  I fumbled for a few seconds while I dug like a terrier in the file looking for the paper copy of the interview I was conducting.  I found it and carried on.

But when it was over, I had to call a supervisor and then the internet provider, and then wait for him.

So ugh.

He arrived after a couple hours, but not that bad for a Friday afternoon, and I escorted him through the house to here, the office.

He was so kind and helpful, figured everything out, had it all dealt with in under an hour.

He asked how long we'd lived here, as he glanced around the basement.

Twenty-nine years.

Yup, indeed, decades.

Thanks for reviving our internet, and a very hot, windy Friday ends with a beautiful child upstairs in bed with her aunt in a room her mother and aunt also used to share, and there's a baptism this weekend, and Dannell's poor little foot has been fastened back together.

That's the x-ray after surgery. She did this tripping on a loose bit of carpeting in the stairway.

I ran out to the kitchen a couple days ago with a laundry hamper of towels in my arms, and as I stepped over Elin, she stood up.  Sprawling, I went across the kitchen, impact on the left knee.

As I writhed there on the kitchen floor, the dog threw herself down on me and kissed my face without mercy.  I asked her to please get off me and finally had to push her off.

No harm. Just a bruise.

But Dannell snags a carpet and ends up in surgery.

Unfair.

One day at a time.

Nothing but love, Val