two days: under construction

I've been singing "Construction, struction, what's your function?" instead of Conjunction Junction.

Note to self: Play that for the babes today.


Before he left home my dad asked if there were any honey-do chores I needed done. What a nice Daddy. Why, yes, there are!! :) (He likes to be busy while he's here, too, I think.)

This morning he and I scooted off to get me set up with a new back door. (Of course ours is a sixty year old home and everything must be done custom.) Our door has been messy for about three years, our dogs dug at it, and puts one in a seriously guilty mind in the middle of winter when one knows how inefficient one's door/frame is, and how much energy is being wasted. Not pretty.
So that will be ready for pick up on Thursday.
What else?
The fence!
Our back gate is falling down, and needs serious help.
Of course, keeping in line with the way things go around here (custom), one can not simply put in a few nails, but the whole dang thing must be torn down and rebuilt.

More construction.
Story construction.

Tea party construction.
Constructing music with Grammy.


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Quick trip to the library to pick up the Waitings.
The Mouse and the Motorcycle (movie), Divide and Ride, Dinosaur Deals, The Action of Subtraction, Arithmetrics, and Runaway Ralph.

We're making plans to play and celebrate with our Beloveds over the next several days...
lots of noisy, chaotic fun coming this way, I think.

Can't wait!