The show is over. The mud is congealing. It was a wild, stormy, exciting weekend. Fabulous people and awards! Now what?
Back up the moving truck? Ha! Not so fast.
The trim color was not correct. Ugh. However, the paint that was applied had some sort of manufacturer malfunction and it needed to be re-done. So – roadkill bunny it will be. That means all the doors need to be taken down. All the door hardware needs to be taken off. Everything needs to be re-taped. Colossal task. Massive.
We need to go shopping again. I am not making that up. Home Depot, here we come, again.
I decided to drag a few boxes out of the rental garage and go through them before we move. Mainly the boxes that have my clothes inside. I am not the same person that left Colorado. The food on the Island is very good and the stress of building a home caused me to develop an overactive fork condition. This could be an incurable affliction. I have battled it before and I thought I had it beat. Que sara. Anyway, some of those clothes will not be making the trip next week.