Yesterday, we bought a new piece of furniture for Papa. He doesn’t have a closet, so we bought him something like a wardrobe. And the door opened violently as we were taking it out of the house (owners moving — everything must go!) and the door broke right at one of the joints. So first thing this morning: round up some clamps from a neighbor and get to gluing.
I added “fix cabinet door” to my summer to-do list just so I could check it off.
Next, the kitchen counters need resealing and repolishing. The Boy was eager to help. He chattered away the whole time about how important it was to take care of our granite (“Daddy, what’s granite?”) and how we were such good homeowners to be so conscientious about everything and how it’s important to spray all the sealers and polishes evenly (shortly after I told him that — he likes to do that as it makes him feel adult) and a thousand and one other things.
Late afternoon: K comes back and sets about making another cobbler from the blueberries that are now ripening like mad every day.
And the Boy had to get in on that as well.
