My life is chock-full of transitions right now. For a brief moment in time, all three of my sons are at home again, each one awaiting a new stage in his life.
I know this big ole house is going to feel empty very soon. Right now, though, it's very full. And busy. And kind of chaotic.
So, just for grins, it's time to do some much-needed work on the house, right?
Our timing is not so great, but this week carpenters began work on replacing our deck. This is how things looked yesterday:
And this morning:
While we're doing the work on the deck, we're also changing the style of the railing all around the screened-in porch. We've never liked the spindles that have always been there, so we'll get new ones to match the new deck railing.
Unfortunately, the deck is the route to the back yard for our doggies. They've always let themselves in and out of the house via a doggie door, which is closed for now. They're a little confused.
Innocent looking little things, aren't they?
But guess who was standing on the downstairs patio, directly UNDER the watering can?
At least the carpenter didn't get drenched. And it was clean water. Thank God for small mercies.
In the midst of the mess this morning, I'm reminding myself that things always get worse before they get better. Right? Right??