Write a four line poem about something or someone that is: timid.
All right, the caulking is over and done with. Such a frickin' messy job.
So what's left for the bathroom reno? Put in the shelves we bought this morning, construct a proper patch in the ceiling for the attic access, and paint. I think that's it. Oh, and make a little mini-shower curtain for the window, in order to keep water from collecting in there when we shower.
Almost there. Thankfully. Though I'm pretty sure Max would like it to go on for at least another year.
He was literally running around the house this afternoon, bringing tools out, 'fixing' things with them, and then rushing off to put them away so he could grab another one. It's hard to send him away when he gets so excited, but at some point it's far too much trouble having him around if we want to actually get any work done. Or too dangerous.
The plan tomorrow is to get our first seeds of the year started in the greenhouse. Because, somehow or another, it's that time of year again.
They kept urging him not to be
As timid as his old man,
So he sucker punched the bully...
Then he ran and ran and ran.