Pictures, plus taking granddaughter to get her toenails done…
I swear it’s ‘something’ 24/7, and football and cheer practice five days a week…
Of course I can’t find anything in the kitchen, and the kids ‘kinda’ know where stuff is, so every meal has been an ‘experience’ so far! But at least it’s a gas stove! Oh man, do I miss cooking on one! I made them a ‘railroad’ casserole last night and they actually ate it, so I’m happy about that, and got to give them a little bit of family history to go with it.
The contractors are supposed to be here to work on the new siding (fire prevention grant), to put Hardi Board on the house, then repaint it. So that’s going to mean hammering, sawing, and pounding all day. So much for daughter getting any rest during that… And the dogs have to be kept inside to keep them from ‘interacting’ with the workers…sigh…
But she is slowly gettng better. Frankly, I don’t see how they keep up with all the stuff going on! I swear we didn’t have this much crap when the girls were little…
At least they have games to play, so I get to do some writing.
You are having quite the adventure Sir …I’m just following along with a smile and a chuckle .
Family first. Good on ya, lad. And I get it. Wife and I babysit our five and half year old grandson for a few hours just about every week. He is precocious, energetic, and sharp as a whip. The pace speeds up! Next day, you can set your watch by when I go horizontal for a nap. Email inbound.
I’m waiting to read echoes of all this in your WIPs….
Boats- Yeah, that is a good word for it…LOL
RHT- One day a week vs. every day… sigh
Rick- Possibly… 🙂
Methinks you protest too much.Your grandchildren will come to cherish the memory.
For all us Olde Phartes. Play this for your grandkids. The pace will likely bore them, but at least they will have some idea. Then, just let it play for yourself.
WSF- Yeah, a memory of a grumpy old man who makes them do stuff…LOL
RHT- Will do!!! Love it!
There is something to be said for holding off on construction until she’s through the most difficult part of recovery. I’m not trying to insert my opinion here, just speaking from experience. Being at somebody else’s house is always a challenge when it comes to whipping up a meal, in my experience.