Ah, another day, another disaster. We have stopped the flood behind the refrigerator, but have structural and mold damage, and now need the insurance people and a contractor. And what a great week for it! People are so available on a holiday week. Watching the Ken Burns documentary on the dust bowl, my husband said, at least we aren't in a dust storm. There are definitely bigger castatrophes than ours. However, will we ever get the house painted?! After the kitchen and now after the gutters? And will I still be alive? I guess if I'm not, I won't really care, so that's good.
I am planning my attack on Thanksgiving dinner, and will forage into the grocery world today. Yesterday afternoon my daughter and I shopped for some stuff for a wedding she's going to, and that was a fun escape from house breakdown. She got a jacket and hosiery, and I found a sweater and tee shirt. I bought more party invitations and she found some Christmas gifts. She even returned some school stuff before the 30 day refund expired, which I consider a triumph of achievement. But mostly we had girl time, and I'm never too old for that!
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