I managed to break my foot trick-or-treating with my grandkids on Halloween. I'm not a very good patient. I am supposed to wear this moon boot thingy, that has about 100 velcro straps, but sometimes I just can't stand the damned thing. The doc said if I was 18, my foot would have healed in as little as three weeks. But, since I just had my 66th birthday yesterday, it's going to take a little longer. I told the doc if I was 18, I wouldn't have fallen off the sidewalk and broken my foot in the first place!
We started a kitchen and bathroom remodel. I would say it is about one-third done. The new kitchen counter tops and the shower walls and sink have been installed. Next will be the installation of the kitchen back splash, new flooring, and shower door. Dan is aiming to have it all done so I can have a birthday party for my granddaughter who turns three on the 20th. He always works better when there is a huge, looming deadline over him. He will probably be setting in the toilet just as the family arrives for the party.
When Dan and I got married, we wanted to have the ceremony in our backyard. But, it wasn't landscaped, not even grass. So, you guessed it, Dan started work on it about three weeks before the wedding. He was shoving in the last railroad tie in the terraced garden around the patio about two hours before the wedding. Then he conked out on the living room couch where he remained until the caterers arrived. He rushed up to the bathroom to get ready just as the guests were starting to arrive.
Yeah, huge looming deadlines.
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