So Much To Do

My “To Do” list grows long and the time grows short. We’re leaving for Seattle next week. We’re headed out for Chuck’s Dad’s memorial service and interment. It feels as if as soon as we cross a couple of things off the list, three or four more pop up to be added. But, we’ll just keep chipping away at everything. What doesn’t get wrapped up and crossed off the list will surely be waiting for us when we return.

Over the weekend we did get the new kitchen storm door installed and it looks super. The old one was so tired, tinny and battered that this sleeker, heavier and quieter door feels downright luxurious. Of course, after we got it all tweaked and leveled - well, as level as any new thing can be attached to a house this old - Chuck said he wished the rest of the house was as well built as the new door! Poor house, I’m certain I felt it sigh just a bit. There really is very little which is straight or true or plumb about our old home. My Mom, who has had some balance issues in recent years, walks through our living room as if she is on the deck of ship being tossed about in stormy seas. To her it feels as if our floors were reclaimed from a funhouse!

Yes, I just sighed along with the house...
;o)