This weekend was spent cleaning cobwebs, dusting 50 year-old log cabin cracks, raking pine limbs and needles and moving the woodpile.
All this while wearing an impossibly old ratty straw cowboy hat and pajamas. And also missing a rather prominent tooth - owing to the spectacularly expensive corner of hell that is implant dentistry and the fact of having left the replacement in a coffee cup at work after leaving early Friday. There were, thankfully, no batteries for the camera. But plenty of people stopped by to visit and ask after the family.
I came back home last night and washed 50-year old moth and toothpaste stained bathroom curtains on the delicate cycle. They completely disintegrated. Add sewing to the list of expanding to do's.
The weeks appear to be contracting before the June 7th date.