Damage

I got tomatoes. They're all green, but it really does look like I'm going to have a bumper crop. I also have blossoms on my peas, so that made me feel better. Little pumpkins growing. It will never fail to boggle my mind just how quickly pumpkin vines grow. Squashes. Onions. Lettuce. So the garden is doing what I hoped it would do. 

Today, I stained my kitchen shelves. Tim put up the wrought iron brackets. They look just as good as I hoped they would. 

I painted more trim. I poly'ed more trim. Tim installed trim around the doors. That job is one board away from being done. We hauled building supplies and drop cloths and tools out of the livingroom. Amazing how much more spacious it seems. 

I'm washing the bedding in preparation for the beds to be hauled up. The rain they were calling for is going to hold off until 4PM, so we'll haul up our rugs and one of the beds and the Hoosier cabinet. And a rocking chair. (Probably look like the Beverly Hillbillies driving down the road.)

The rugs are ready for pick up tomorrow morning as well, which is perfect timing. We'll be able to put them down in empty rooms, instead of moving furniture out of the way and then moving furniture back. 

We're getting stuff done. 

What I'm not doing, however, is getting pictures. Sorry about that. I meant to. 

While I was working today, I listened to a podcast about Brian Kohberger. Can you imagine what his parents feel like? For two and a half years, he denied the crime to them. The decision to take a plea deal must have blind sided them. He has two sisters. At least one of them had questions about his possible involvement when he came home from college after the murders. Both of them wound up losing their jobs in the aftermath of all of this. 

I have been thinking about that all afternoon. Here was a very comfortable family living a very comfortable life. Two parents that loved their kids. 

Four students were killed that night, but five families were ripped apart.