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Chimney and Date

A good bit of the afternoon I spent on the ladder, trying to figure out how water is getting into the wall in our bedroom. It's against the chimney, so I assumed the water was leaking in through some crack somewhere.

"Some" crack is hardly the word. Once I'd cleaned off all the moss that was growing there, I saw we had multiple cracks through which water could easily seep.

In the evening, date night: sushi and a stroll around downtown. This weekend is Fall for Greenville, which meant the streets were packed. But it was a lovely, cozy evening nonetheless.

Saturday Night

Friday Evening, Early Autumn

Sunday Evening

What we accomplished this weekend and what I have documentation for are two different things. I spent some time this afternoon scraping paint from the ramp that leads into Papa's room (it will likely always be Papa's room). When will we repaint it? Who knows. But I wanted to accomplish something today other than schoolwork.

Today’s Only Picture

Working to pressure wash a decade of dirt from the concrete portion of our driveway.

Pathetic post, but it’s all I’ve got for today. I could probably draw some kind of life lesson or parallel from it, but …

Thursday

A day of working, a bit of riding, some pressure washing.

Unremarkable Thursday.

Busy Wednesday

The morning was all about blueberries. We’re drowning in them. We’ve never had anything close to this amount of berries. The birds have left them alone, and although a heavy rainstorm knocked off a substantial number of young berries/blossoms a few weeks ago, we still have so many berries we don’t know what to do with them. We’ve eaten them by the handful, given them to friends, put them in cereal, frozen them, and today, made preserves. (What about cobblers? Well, our oven is currently out of commission — talk about bad timing.)

So while K and the Boy worked on preserves today, I went out and picked a few more berries.

We’re right back where we started from. Except that we have a few jars of preserves now.

 

Back to Normal

“I miss Myrtle Beach” was a common refrain today from the Boy. Even though we had (as the kids called it) a crusty hotel, we all enjoyed our time there. Well, the kids enjoyed being there; I enjoyed being with the kids, watching the kids have fun.

Today, we went back to reality, though. Orthodontist appointment, volleyball, swim team. And we cleaned up one of the cars — mine, because it was the most immediately dirty. We’ll get K’s tomorrow.

In the meantime, while we had the pressure washer out, we left a little message in the driveway.

Mid-June Thursday

Taxi service today: E to scout camp at 8:00. L to volleyball conditioning at 9:00. Pick her up at 10:00.

I had just enough time to pick the first blueberries (or second I guess -- we did pick some yesterday) and to mow the neighbor's yard afterward before heading off to take L to sand volleyball practice (including going to pick up her partner). On the way home, a few errands. Then off to pick up the Boy from scout day camp. Back home to get ready for the swim meet.

He dropped his time from 36 seconds to 31 seconds. Great job! A victory regardless of how he stacked up to the competition.

And then a glance at the "Time Machine" widget at the bottom of MTS: a reminder that four years ago today was just as hectic, but it was in Warsaw:

Evening Visitor

I heard it as I went out for my run, heading out at 10:00 this evening rather than 9:00 because everything has been off today. I couldn’t locate it when heading out, but when I returned, there she was, perched on the powerline that supplies lines to our house and the neighbors’ house.