First Day of Summer

We are spending the holiday weekend cleaning – woohooo. Let it not be said that we don’t know how to have a good time.

Both kids are under sentences of death if they don’t get their rooms picked up in preparation for a carpet cleaning next week. We are not talking about picking up a few stray pieces of clothing here. This requires an all out, expeditionary force, archaeological dig.

“Auntie” P came down from Duluth to assist J and help keep him focused during the effort. K is plunging ahead on her own. I was told that there would be before and after pictures of the J dig. If they materialize, I will post them here.

I too have a list of chores that I need to take care of. We are having a bit of a housecleaning party tomorrow afternoon where we will tackle the parts of the house not covered by K and J.

I will also have to address the annual “thistle pull” one of these days soon.

C is resting peacefully as I write this. Nausea is still a problem, but it comes and goes. Last night, she seemed to sleep fairly well until our newest neighbor across the street fired up the first of several noisy engine powered lawn tools at 6:30 in the morning. I lay in bed conjuring up several appropriate, but prison-earning responses. He must be shooting for the neighbor of the year award.

Not much more to say now. It’s a warm, sultry day here. The first real day of summer.

P.