The Pits: Meetings and calls, only time for a short walk after lunch. The Peaks: The concrete extension for our patio was poured over the weekend. It’s nice to see the project starting to progress. I finished reading Neuromancer by
Baskets and Jackets
The Pits: When we moved into our house, we inherited a row of hydrangeas on the left side. I’ve never been a big fan of them. They always seem sickly and are really only reasonably attractive a couple weeks out
A Stick in the Mud
The Pits: I didn’t have enough time during the day to get a card for Traci’s birthday, and since I didn’t properly plan ahead I felt a certain relation with today’s pic. Additionally, Trek had pooped in his crate during
ScratchShield 2000 and the Door Closer of Little Tolerance
The Pits: Trek scratches our screen door when he’s ready to come in from outside. Over time, he has messed up the bottom corner of the screen. This has prompted my ingenious idea to install a plexiglass shield (dubbed ScratchShield
To Health and Screens
The Pits: The boys had to get flu shots today because they don’t do the nose mist anymore. The Peaks: After speaking with a handful of contractors regarding screening in our back patio, we finally found one that was agreeable
Shelf Life
The Pits: The price of wood is too d@mn high! The Peaks: After church, Traci took the boys to visit with her family in Manchester and I stayed behind to do some house work. I had the notion to install
When Bullies Become Buddies
The Pits: I went to the largest plumbing supply store I could find to get a replacement hose. The guy behind the desk had a long grey beard and was dressed in all camouflage. He took one look at what
The Ballad of the Hydrolock Supply Hose
Pits: A hose fixture under our kitchen sink broke, spilling water in the cabinet underneath the sink. Traci pulled all of the junk out from under the sink (the positive part is that we got to do some impromptu tidying!)
World Closing In
Following the story from yesterday, Traci woke me this morning at 6:45am in a fragile state claiming that she’d been awake the past hour looking up stuff about asbestos on the Interwebs. She feared that, because our house was built