Hips and hands hurt. Company coming soon. Cary’s 29th birthday. (How old does that make me??)
So I’m making lasagna and salad, root beer floats for dessert (the first and last are her favorites; the middle one is for my conscience.) Just got the carpets vacuumed, things dusted and neatened, and yes, I have help today. Cary and Matt are pitching in like troopers. Almost-grandson Phoenix wound the cord back onto the vacuum for me with his nice, new 11-year-old hands and kept Shadow and Finny occupied.
Life is good. Wish me luck.