Busy! DP and I and the byos and Kathleen went to the gym this morning while Tom and the girls started painting. When we came back, they had the room about half done and had stopped to let it dry before moving the furniture around. Also “We need more paint!” because they spilled some in the garage.
I was going to send Bill to get the paint, but then they said they wouldn’t have time to paint more before having to get ready for an Eagle Court of Honor for a boy in our troop, so I told Bill to grill chicken instead, which he did on the electric grill, because he couldn’t get the gas grill lit. Did I mention he was born blond?
We went shopping, too: got Sally a wood-burning kit for Christmas, and a few pieces of wood to experiment. Also half-price Christmas paper plates, since that was a success at Thanksgiving.
Anyway, the chicken is cooked and the group has departed for the Eagle ceremony. I’ve got Frank and Kathleen. I’ll let them watch tv a little longer, and then try to get them to nap. Maybe I’ll take them to Mass at 5:00, if the others aren’t back.
555, because Timer.
Yes, that does sound busy! At least the painting is progressing!
I went down to get the mail, and found a card from my life-long friend in Texas. Our husbands were stationed on the same ship together and became friends, and the rest is really strange. We each met our husband on a bus, and our names are eerily similar, having the same first name and the same two first letters of the last name: Mc.
She was short, dark and wore glasses, and I was tall, light and wore glasses! Weird! We met when we were both pregnant, and both had boys. :o])
Anyway, my neighbor to my immediate west was out with her little dog, and said she had heard someone “messing around” about 0500, and asked if I were up at that time. No, I didn’t get up for another 30 minutes. Her fear antenna was up, and I told her to go to Walmart and get a couple of those fishing bells (look like a small copper cowbell) and but them on her door handle.
Don’t know if she will or not. She worries me because Alzheimer’s runs in her family.
When she gets excited, she gets very loud and I have a hard time being around her.