I have been remiss in not writing like I should. Sherrie reminded me last week with a gentle prod, “Are you EVER going to write another family letter?” I responded that I would, and it’s taken me a week to get there.
Our house project continues to … well, continue. Within the last two weeks, we (well, almost exclusively Sherrie) did all the wall repair (including painting) for the baseboards. This week, we painted quite a few doors. The back door was replaced on Friday (yay!), and the cabinets came yesterday (double yay!). In theory, the floor installers will come Wednesday this week and it will take them three days to get it installed. In preparation for that, we have decided to take out the kitchen floor ourselves (to hopefully save some money). We think we can do it without an inordinate amount of trouble, as we’ve had to take out several tiles for the cabinets and the back door. So tomorrow, off with the tiles and down to the subfloor! We are both tiring of the project, physically and emotionally. The end is closer in sight, so that gives us courage.
We like the new cabinets, and we have a lot of space. I don’t think we really lost any storage space. It’s different though, and so we still have a few things to figure out (e.g., how to organize the spices). So far we like it a lot. We like the end near the dining room (right end in the photo) because it feels more spacious. The cabinet with visible shelves on the end will have a glass door, and we need a piece of granite to top the open cabinet.
For my birthday, Sherrie gave me an EcoQube mini-aquarium: EcoQube.I’ve been having fun getting it set up. I bought some live plants to put in it, and some “cherry red shrimp” that are like 1/2 inch long. I’m thinking about getting one or two small fish to put in it as well.
Sherrie made a lemon meringue pie for Father’s Day today. Look on in utmost jealousy!
On this Father’s Day, I’m thinking a lot about my own father, what it means to be a father, my children as fathers, and how much popular media of late has made dads out to be bumbling fools who either don’t care or are out of touch. I am grateful for my dad and all the things I learned from him, and for his love. I hope that I’ve been able to help my children know they mean everything to me and I love them will all my heart. I hope we can each thank the men (and dads) in our lives for their love, kindness, example, and service.