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I washed a bajillion loads of laundry today, mostly blankets.
I took the shop vac to many spiderwebs and a decent amount of dust.
I trimmed a couple more trees and hauled many branches. We have a lot of trees. I still haven't gotten to them all.
While washing dishes, I watched an old Cary Grant movie I'd never seen before: The Bishop's Wife. I wish Netflix had more classic movies and an easier way to search for stuff through their phone app.
I rescued a crap ton of stuff from under H's mattress. Yes, under. Not things placed there intentionally, mind you, just the accidental result of the physics of her imperfectly fitting mattress and bedframe.
I got to chat with M for nearly an hour, which cheered me up considerably.
They cleared out Oma's hallway, which was a herculean feat and should make it much easier for Opa to get around once he comes home.
With Oma in tow, M got several bags of recycling to their proper destinations, went to the cemetery, and bought tomato plants which C helped plant.
The kids and M managed to visit a highschool friend and her son. There was Thai food, a snake, a dog, and some chickens involved.
Later they spent some time at a music store that didn't mind the kids playing around with instruments. C messed with some keyboards and an old synthesizer. S got to play with their violins, since they had a loner bow and loner rosin. I'm told she got C to try one and it wasn't pretty. H played around with a Cello strung like a bass. M played guitar and encouraged general mischief.
I took the shop vac to many spiderwebs and a decent amount of dust.
I trimmed a couple more trees and hauled many branches. We have a lot of trees. I still haven't gotten to them all.
While washing dishes, I watched an old Cary Grant movie I'd never seen before: The Bishop's Wife. I wish Netflix had more classic movies and an easier way to search for stuff through their phone app.
I rescued a crap ton of stuff from under H's mattress. Yes, under. Not things placed there intentionally, mind you, just the accidental result of the physics of her imperfectly fitting mattress and bedframe.
I got to chat with M for nearly an hour, which cheered me up considerably.
They cleared out Oma's hallway, which was a herculean feat and should make it much easier for Opa to get around once he comes home.
With Oma in tow, M got several bags of recycling to their proper destinations, went to the cemetery, and bought tomato plants which C helped plant.
The kids and M managed to visit a highschool friend and her son. There was Thai food, a snake, a dog, and some chickens involved.
Later they spent some time at a music store that didn't mind the kids playing around with instruments. C messed with some keyboards and an old synthesizer. S got to play with their violins, since they had a loner bow and loner rosin. I'm told she got C to try one and it wasn't pretty. H played around with a Cello strung like a bass. M played guitar and encouraged general mischief.
