Amazing—workers cut out the old garage wall to create the laundry room closet opening without a scratch to dryer or washer.
I’ve “rented” the local home improvement store as my vacation home—issue of the hour is bath and fireplace tile—escaping the chaotic brick and mortar tent where I sleep.
At the pool, lifeguards allowed us to swim in the deep end, usually blocked off for diving board action. We splashed free weights in the chilly deep freeze. Later, my little girl sat on my bed in pigtails—no longer so little, one-half inch taller than me. Thunderstorm rolled in; rolled out. “Please Lord, can we pass another scheduled inspection?”
For some family time, we braved Labor Day outdoor swimming in cold water resulting from yesterday’s rain. Worked a science lab out of a late night Taco Bell® visit because we’re all exhausted.
In the parking lot, we saw the builder that we originally wanted to renovate the house. He didn’t want to knock down walls so we parted ways. Taco Bell® regained my trust with three burritos without fiesta sauce and a bit of science on the side.