Himself: Took out and put in cupboard. Meeting in a really loud Jerry Garcia tie. Life isn't a boring lot.
Herself: Family….learned about putting them in numerical order yet again. And again. I hate to bother him while he reconstructs our 1970’s kitchen.
Reading: Not one thing.
Balance: Hiding. At my age.
I hid upstairs most of the day. I came down once and risked the wrath of himself to suggest that the shelf heights he was leaving wouldn’t do for the larger slide in pots and pans.
I kept hiding upstairs and came down to photograph and help lift.
I hated to suggest this morning that the door they gave us wouldn’t do. He’s going to make the old doors look like they were still there.
Today we both visit the dentist to get our teeth cleaned. After he applies for a few jobs. Then I hide again until he reinvents the old doors.
Life is not boring. I’m keeping it simplistic though by hiding upstairs most of the day today too.