Looks like I’m touching on the kitchen sink of subjects today.
We had our tile floor ripped out one week before Memorial Day weekend. We walked on slab until my husband could put down the wood floors over the three-day holiday. You can see the imprint that the tiles left behind.
In the mean time, I got this horrible flu bug. It started in the stomach and turned into the head cold from hell. I was still in sniffing and rasping mode on Friday for our wedding anniversary. But boy, did our wood floors ever turn out nice. I knew I stuck around for 27 years with this man for something. 😉
If you recall, I’ve written a few blogs on how dry it’s been here where I live, and how much I miss the rain. I took some photos of the little lakes in our subdivisions to show how dried up they were getting.
Then, finally, on Friday, we got some relief in the morning until about noon. Even though my body was still battling the monster-flu invader, the rain soothed my soul. I breathed deep, set my head back and closed my eyes to the sound of the tapping on the roof. I fell asleep. Now it’s supposed to be dry for another week or so. I’ll take what I can get.
I’m still struggling with getting my health back in shape. Any good thoughts sent my way would be appreciated.