70 degrees in December

Took advantage of global warming to clean our yard and porch. Harris cleaned out the summer kitchen. For some reason, we had three bags of charcoal. We don't own a charcoal grill.

A bunch of other stuff on the curb, in the trash, in the recycling bin.

Madeline and I used the leftover trim paint on the benches that Harris made last year from the bedframes left in the house when we purchased it.

Margot napped. And played. And pinched and screamed at Madeline for not letting her run into the street. Then they shared a granola bar and we're ok again.

Madeline and I also scrubbed, sanded, and spray painted the ice cream parlour chairs I bought last year while Harris was in rehab. I don't know what went wrong. we scrubbed and sanded until there was no more rust, then when we started spray painting, the paint started flaking even more. It's very odd. This will get them through the summer and we'll work on them again this spring.

Harris and Madeline hung the Christmas lights on the house. It looks downright festive.
Margot and I went to Target to finish the last of the shopping.

And yet - we're all sick with head colds and feeling like crud. How we got all of this done this weekend I don't know.

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a second kitchen design

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Bill's new smile

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reflecting, thinking about what's next

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