OK, so maybe I think every weekend is a good weekend at the school, but this time, I have concrete proof of it. The idea is firmly cemented in my head. (OK, I’ll stop with the bad puns). But look at this!!!!
That my friends is a freshly poured, beautifully troweled, almost ready to dance on floor. If I say so myself, a thing of beauty. All the other work we want to get done this year pivots around getting this done, and now it is, so lets go!
But that’s not all. Stairs that were gone are back again. Although I loved going downstairs via a ladder every time (not so much), the 7 whole days I lived without these stairs was desperate.
But wait – there’s more! (Now I’m sounding like an infomercial, maybe I should go back to puns). Our neighbors Shane and Barkley came and reworked the driveway and repositioned our home-away-from-home.
We now have a front door view of the fire, and the good work Farmer George is doing out there.
Wrapped up the days with a beautiful sunset through the clouds over the schoolhouse. I guess you could say it’s put me on Cloud 9, but it’s Cirrious-ly beautiful (I couldn’t stop myself. Hey, if puns were outlawed, only outlaws would have puns. I’ll stop now.)
