Over the course of the last week a few questions have come up about various things. I can’t really remember all of them or even most of them, but it doesn’t really matter because I’ve already decided that this post is largely dedicated to answering six or two questions that I remember.
My brain is a little tired due to a mixture of being ready for summer to just get here already and attending a meeting last night to learn all about first grade. First grade? How did that happen?
(Cue the opening music to “Sunrise, Sunset”. Weeping. Sobbing.)
So before I fall asleep on my computer, here are a few numbered items to end the week.
1. A few of you (maybe one of you) asked about the pictures in my hallway. The hallway where P left the dust pile that was magically picked up by the dust fairy.
The pictures are various old photos from both sides of our family. I adore all of them, but my favorite is probably this one of my dad’s parents on their wedding day. It hangs on a wall by itself.
Here are the other walls.
I think the thermostat in the middle of that last wall really adds that extra something special.
2. P hasn’t actually started painting the attic with radiant barrier paint. I think he’s holding out for July to see if he can die of heat stroke in the attic. The hole in the house was because he decided we needed a new attic fan, which he installed today while Caroline and I ate popsicles and cheered him on.
Here he is framing out the hole that’s been standing wide open for two days. Can you say squirrel eating all your Christmas decorations? I knew you could.
I like to think that this is God shining down on P’s efforts to make our home more energy efficient and not just bad photography.
And here he is up in the attic actually installing the new fan. Right before I blinded him with the flash from the camera and he told me that living with me is like living with the papparazzi.
Whatever. Like the papparazzi makes peanut butter rice krispie treats for their subjects.
3. This doesn’t pertain to any sort of question, but rather sharing a precious memory from my childhood with my daughter.
I was so ashamed that my five-year-old had yet to experience Easy Cheese. She has led a deprived existence.
Oddly, cheese straight from a can doesn’t taste as good as I remembered.
Y’all have a great Memorial Day weekend. May the hot dogs be plentiful.
And maybe even the Easy Cheese if you’re still a fan.