Well, live and learn. 12 noon is 12PM. 12 midnight is 12AM. And now that I know this amazing factoid, you can bet the ranch that I will never need that information again.
It's been a busy week. We painted the new siding at the renovation. It really does look very nice, a soft gray to go with the dark gray cedar shakes on the second floor and the even darker gray shingles on the roof. It took two days to complete. Friday, we got up, determined to get the job done since it was supposed to rain all day Saturday. Except that as we worked, it got windier. It got cooler. It got darker.
I said, "Are you sure about the rain? Because, boy, it does look like rain."
He said uneasily, "Better check your phone." I retrieved it from the car and looked. No rain called for. We went back to work.
Dick, our neighbor came out, and said, "Boy. It sure does look like rain."
We agreed, and kept on painting, albeit a bit faster.
The paint was drying very quickly because of the wind, which was encouraging. We moved the scaffolding to the last side of the house. By the time I carried my supplies around to that side of the house, Tim was on the scaffolding painting at a furious pace. I painted from a step ladder, painting the middle section, he painted the upper section. I had completed the lowest parts the day before trying to use up my gallon of paint.
I said, "I think it's spritzing rain." Tim had just finished his part. "We better stop right here." I was so close to being done though! I made a bold decision, and finished it. It never rained more than that bit of drizzle. Hurrah!
We hung new blinds in the rental. I've still got the bathroom grouting to do.
Tim met with the excavator and the concrete contractor yesterday. Work on the new house begins next week. The contractor begins digging. When he's done, the concrete for the basement floor will be poured. The walls will be put in after that. While he is there, Tim's also having them pour concrete for the garage floor.
I heard a strangled yelp from the office. "What's the matter?" I asked. "It's your birthday!" he answered.
LOL. We've been busy. Thank goodness for facebook.