Ahh, spring!
The presidential race is fascinating. I can't get enough.
The bluebirds are looking at potential homes, the spring peepers are calling, nights are longer, daffodils are peeking out, and the sun feels warm now. Not a bit too soon! What a raunchy, wet winter.
I see that I never gave a "shower stall report" from last October. Well, that was a home repair nightmare, and the very same thing still plagues me. It seems whenever people call for me, Roger is always telling them I'm in the shower--and, unfortunately, it's true. I have a special relationship with my orange caulking gun. I've become an old hand at smoothing out silicone. I've become a wretched grout nazi. Another repair person is coming next week to render an opinion. (Addendum 4/12: he will re-do parts of both tile jobs. Maybe this one will free me!)
Home again, after traveling back and forth to Mom's during her recovery from a car accident. She should be good to go now. I can get back to life, work, and home maintainance.
