Today it was spring.
While waiting for my old pal Karen to arrive for a visit from the Olympic Peninsula, Graydie and I sat out on the porch with our coffee.
After Karen's visit, I pried a few more pieces out of the closet and unhooked the electrical bits. Tomorrow I should be able to convert the remaining structure to a pile of wood and a dish of nails. Then it will be time to get bids from the electrician and the plasterer. And the guy who can take all that lumber to the Rebuilding Center for me.
All the windows in my hollow and echoey bedroom are wide open tonight. My bed linens, which were out on the clothesline in the positively April-esque breeze most of the day, have that wonderful fresh-air smell. I think I'd better make my bed so I can go lie in it.
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