Next project: make a draft-blocker for the front door (ooh, now that's exciting!) I have Saltillo tile in the front hallway, and the door has gaps where the tile is grouted. Not that drafts are a problem in the Texas summer--but mosquitos are, and they're getting into the house each evening and driving me itchy-crazy. Unlike Minnesota mosquitos, which are the state bird and grow to the size of eagles, these are tiny and hard to swat. It's complicated by the appearance of a floater in my right eye that leads me to think there's a mosquito beside my head almost all the time--I sit here swatting like a crazed woman when there's nothing there. So I hope that filling a cotton tube with beans and putting it at the foot of the front door will block the nasty little critters.
Son Phil just called to invite me to share a soup dinner tonight. "You just have to bring something." "What's that?" "Bring three bowls and a ladle." They have been renovating the kitchen for months and all the utensils and bowls are in storage. "It should not be too much longer," we keep telling each other. "This has to get finished soon." I remember feeling the same way when we were working on my house. Don't these things always take longer than expected? And don't they always get more complicated?