Aren't you glad...

...you brought me with you? I'm so bright and appealing on a gloomy day.

The "man", named David, came and removed the morgue sprayer from in front of our kitchen window. We were so inspired by the improvement that we began looking at a new faucet. The faucet has to be lower so it doesn't splatter all over, which means making new holes in the wall. As long as we're doing that, why not put the holes in the countertop where they belong? (which might mean a new kitchen sink.) A new sink would look funny with the old cement countertop which OilMan hates, so why not get new countertops? You can't really put new stone counters on these rickety old cabinets....David will be back on Monday.

On our way to the stone place to look at new countertops, we passed the outlet for a furniture store in town, so we went in there and came out with a new chair. It will go in the "library" once we get the shelves built and the books unpacked. For now, it sits in lonely splendor amidst the boxes, random bric-a-brac and the open cabinet with the wires fhanging out awaiting Jim's attention to the "surroundish" sound.

OilMan is now hard at work at his desk making a scale model of the kitchen counters to make sure the slab we liked will fit. What happened to my usual bolshy shopping "companion" who disappears after five minutes, preferring to stand in front of the store staring into the street to actually participating? Things like stone slabs and faucets must have more manly appeal

We bought a wreath from Will to support his baseball team which I managed to hang by the front door. It can't go on the door because it is glass and is actually two doors, but it looks festive where I put it--our first bit of Christmas decor.