• My life is my floor, revisited.

    “We” continued to work on our master bedroom floor – all week. “We” are now mostly finished. I got as much as I need to get done to move back into our room, so I can envision stalling at this point for a little while. It’s a motivation thing. I am mostly pleased with the way it has come out so far, but the jury is still out on some of the molding work we have left. No, that’s a little misleading. The jury hasn’t even been selected yet. I have no firm plans for just how we’ll finish the job, something that makes Cheryl a little nervous. Alas, one day, before I pass from this earth, we will finish.

  • Elizabeth the destroyer.

    Beth passed another milestone this week: she was abandoned at a non-relative’s house for a solo visit this week. We went through all the common symptoms: the look of betrayal, the clinging to one leg, the repeating final request (“just one more hug daddy”), and finally the period of mourning after the final separation. Lest you worry, Beth did survive the experience, but I’m not entirely sure her host’s house did. We offered to pay for the damages, but they refused.

  • Let it rain.

    We had an odd finish to my writing week: it rained – all day. Folks I know in the northeast may not find this in the least bit odd, but in Florida we’re lucky to get any rain at all, let alone all day. Folks around here don’t know whether to take joy in the fact that we’re getting some much needed rain or despair from the gloomy weather. Me, I’ll take it every now and again. It’s a nice change of pace from the unending glare of the bright Florida sun. Last night, as the sun was setting, it was nice to step out on the front porch and soak up the sounds and sights of a good shower.