Resources and Resourcefulness

One of the perks of our new location is being within walking distance of the local parade route. On Saturday morning, we traipsed our kids across the field to the start of the St. Patrick's Day Parade. We were able to meet up with some friends who live nearby and the kids got lots of candy (which is pretty much their whole reason for going).



MotoCops showing off on bikes.


Churches, Pyrahs, and Mattesons


When we got home, we tried to take advantage of a Burn Day and get rid of the debris pile in our backyard, but despite Doug's best efforts (5 gallons of Gasoline) it was too wet to burn. It was great entertainment for the kids though, and Sterling later got himself in trouble by going outside by himself while Daddy was napping on the couch and dumping the rest of the Gas on the pile.



On Friday, I was feeling inspired to beautify my surroundings. I am impatient about the agonizing pace of remodeling so I decided to be proactive and put the finish floor in the entryway myself. I knew ultimately we wanted to remove the underlayment that's there so we could make the level of the floor match the rest of the hardwood, but it is just laminate, so I figured we could come back later and do that. Well. I put the floor in and guess what? The weather plate under the door no longer fit. I sat for a moment pondering the merits of removing the door and sanding the bottom off to fit, or getting a new weather plate. Both entirely plausible. In the end, I decided to wait until Doug got home to run to Home Depot and get a new plate. When he got home and saw the gaping "vent" under the door with the weather plate and screws tossed askew on the front porch, he was unduly upset about the whole affair and we ended up taking the floor back up and I guess we'll wait until we finish the underlayment; after we finish the kitchen. So much for initiative...


I just love the incongruity of this photo- tools and teddy bears...


Ma baby girl... While I was trying to install the entryway floor, she fell asleep.


And last, but definitely not least, we are now the very proud owners of kitchen countertops. (Applause, please.) Maybe sometime this year, we will finish up this project of unforeseen and unfathomable epic proportions. Are you feeling the bitter sarcasm?