As you know hubs is a working man these days, and spends a chunk of his week in another city. Consequently he's hovering at the building site a lot less, which causes him no end of frustration. I think it's actually better because when you're not observing the progress nail by nail and board by board it feels like there's more of it.
Not enough because still no roof, but we do have framing and stairs and almost a roof. They're getting ready to add the roof. I think? Sometime.
That's pretty much what I
We went out to the lot over the weekend and checked progress. Here we are standing in front of a window in our master bedroom. That view y'all...
I might never leave this room.
Also, we still haven't mastered the art of the selfie.
On Saturday the Southern Home and Garden show was at the Convention Center in town, so hubs and I spent a few hours checking out the vendors there. Vendors which included the Greyhound Adoption group, because every home needs a greyhound?
When we pass people walking their dogs hubs will look at me and say something like, 'Now those people, they have a full life'. Ha! He's trying to wear me down, but I'm just not ready to add a dog to our family. I know if I said so much as a maybe there would be a dog at the end of our bed tonight.
I have not said so much as a maybe.
Besides dogs, guess what else there's a lot of in a southern home and garden show? Information overload! We spoke to various people at the Home Show about the pros and cons of wood-fiberglass-steel-garage doors, the endless color choices and the detailed process employed in finishing off a garage floor, ceiling options for beneath the deck but above the patio, the pluses and minuses of natural hardwood flooring versus an engineered product, lighting, landscape features, life on Mars, and more.
At some point I just need to have lunch and think happy thoughts.
Like Downton Abbey, which is really a happy kind of sad. Sniff, sniff. I thought the show's ending was truly satisfying. My favorite storyline was Barrow, which is funny since I wanted him off the show at the end of Season 1. Hubs and I both recognize that Downton Abbey fed our need to have a little piece of England in our week, and we're wondering how we'll get that now that it's over???
I'm pretty sure a trip across the pond is the only answer. To steal a line from Dickie Merton...
'How perfectly marvelous' that sounds to me!
