It’s overcast today. We might get a bit of snow on Saturday. That happens once or twice per year here but melts pretty quick.
I’ll probably head to the grocery store for fruit and yogurt later because tomorrow it will be a rush. Word of snow here causes near panic even though it’s usually light.
Just like when it rains drivers slow way down. It’s rain, people! Of course I have a 4 wheel drive SUV so rain does not intimidate me at all.
Saw my oldest daughter’s latest flip house yesterday. She is also a realtor and sells houses, so basically a workaholic.
Boy, I couldn’t do it. Contractors who tell her they’ve done something underneath the floor and then when she takes the trouble to check they didn’t actually do what they said they did. Obviously they didn’t think she’d take the time to look and see because it’s not a walk in the park to get down there.
Workmen who break French door windows when she’s gone and then fix it with something rather inferior.
It’s always something. She’s gutted this thing and torn down walls and added others. Added a bathroom and a master closet. The house was listing so she had to have it jacked up.
She’s added a nice privacy fence to the big back yard. Had to cut into the patio space to create the other bathroom.
She worries herself half to death because she’s a Type A personality and things have to be perfect.
We fussed over just how to hang a wreath on the front door for half an hour. The wreath was a little small, but I said let’s just lower it a bit over the window in the door, and that somehow inexplicably made all the difference.
She has to dress down men who are at least twice her size for not getting work done while she pays them by the hour. I would tear my hair out and stomp my feet. But she weighs all of 100 pounds if that and is a force to be reckoned with.
Silly Ivy posing. I think she was an actress in a former life. She keeps me laughing with all her antics. She stares into my eyes and “talks” to me now. I have no idea what she’s saying but I talk to her as though I do.
I just looked behind my chair and she’s not in her usual morning spot napping so I’d better see where she is.
As soon as I got up she came strolling down the hall. Typically whenever she hears me get up she comes to find me.
Now she’s staring out the storm door, probably watching for a wayward leaf to blow onto the tiny porch. That always gets her excited. Ivy would be a cheap date.
Guess I’d better take a look in the kitchen to see what else I might need and get going soon. The way it’s looking outside the weather might change any time now, as I believe we’re in for a thunderstorm.