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 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.)