Today my arms feel somewhat like jello. This weekend, our parents are coming to stand good-naturedly in our freezing, empty construction-zone shell of a house, and eat plum cake off of paper plates. That is what family is for.
Diesel has been accompanying us , of course. He's now completely blind, and getting used to the new house has been interesting. I'm pretty sure he thinks of Gilbertsville as "That House Where All the Walls are in the Wrong Places and I Keep Getting Paint on Me." He's a definite fan of the yard, though. So are we.
1 comments:
Awww...you take me back to when I first got our home! It was such an exhausting and joyous feeling!
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