"Mom, where's my fancy shirt we got from the dump?", my 13 year old asked me today. I'm thrilled to have kids who are not snobs!

Friends of our recently saw a child's rocking chair at the dump and snagged it for us. It was burned and wobbly but they saw its potential. Nellie and I have been working on it for a few days -- taking it apart, gluing, screwing, sanding, knocking of the charred parts, priming & painting, etc. It's not perfect but Nellie thinks it's...

Why does optimism still live in me? Sure, it's a very tainted, bitter optimism but it's definitely still there. Are there truly huggles and rainbows hiding within me? The horror!

I hang my head in shame.

Having shared my better bread with you, O figured it was only fair to share my ugly bread as well.



And, now that I'm fairly recovered from my airplane-induced psychofrenzy, I shall try to return to a bit of regular blogging...

Took some pics this evening of areas we'll be prepping for the wingding so I can have before & after shots of the progress. I've attached them below. First two are just to the west of the house, one looking up, one looking down. Second two are the pond area where, I think, camping & parking spots will be much easier to produce. More pics in the link below of the pond area.

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Got rid of the wood chipper -- got what we paid for it.

Got the bid on another (probable) building starting within a month or so.

Longer-term property improvements for selling the place fit nicely with short-term improvements & rearranging for the wingding.