July

Remember when this was a travel blog?  What travel?  We canceled our next plan to attend a race.  It just wasn't worth it.

The ice maker only cost an arm to repair.  The leg was, at least, spared.

The washing machine did its final jig across the laundry room floor, with Gordon in hot pursuit.  There came a string of artful profanity, followed by "get dressed, we're going to Home Depot!!".

The basil finally started to come into its own, but then the container had to be moved in preparation for the roofing people.  Our pet chipmunk promptly dug up half of it. The basil's recovering well at this point, as is the chipmunk.

Speaking of the roofing project, it began a week late.  During the first few days, it rained when a portion of our roof was not shingled.  An employee of the company came out at 9:30 at night and put a ladder up to check.  Someone called the police.  The work then proceeded at a glacial pace due to short staffing.  Result:  over three weeks of banging, hammering, and mariachi rap.

The Illinois State Department of Revinooers has returned to work, and the annual notice has indeed arrived.  We're leaving the plumbing alone for right now.