Jean and I were having a late, light dinner last night when the phone rang.
Bill's voice from half-way around the world! He finally has possession of his long-lost seabag, which means he now has comfortable, Western-style underwear and his essential Swiss Army knife that I gave him for our anniversary. Earl finally made it to the ship (he missed his flights two weeks ago due to the same weather that delayed Bill), which means Bill won't be doing two jobs and only be paid for one.
Although we email every day, it still was great to hear his voice, now finally rid of that blasted cold that felled us all. Mom is home safely too, after a grueling 12 hours of delayed travel back to the West Coast. Ah, everyone in their appointed place!
Another quiet, cloudy day at what Bill calls "La Casa Redondo." It occured to me that many friends and relatives have heard about our round house, but not seen it. Thanks to MaryAnn and her excellent photography skills, I will post pictures, though I cringe at the dilapidated appearance of our abode. All of our efforts have thus far been concentrated on making it liveable, not yet on making it attractive with that all-important "curb-appeal." (As if we even had a curb). The new roof a year ago was one of those essential improvements (now I can use my pots and pans for cooking instead of catching drips when it rains), but I can see in the pictures how desperately it needs paint (and how about cleaning up that yard-trash too, Pam?) Maybe when Bill gets home in the spring I can tear him away from the History Channel and slap a paint brush in his hand?
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Gosh - I feel like I should be scheduling a showing of my photography ha ha - I just wish I had caught you when you were outside on the porch - next time!!!!
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