So this is just a quick post mostly about more changes in the ongoing project that we call home. Living in a construction project is not for the faint of heart, and if you think we’re crazy, well, you’re not the only one.
But we love it (most of the time).
John’s latest furniture project, a chair, has changed from this:
It’s just my size.
But the real flurry of activity has come upstairs – in the past couple of weeks, we’ve had one crew in hanging, floating and texturizing sheetrock and another painting. It’s been noisy and dusty and nuts, but the results are amazing. Things are a long way from through, but they’re much closer than they were.
Take a gander.
I also want to mention one last thing that has nothing to do with changes in our house, but I keep thinking about it. Last Saturday, Julia and I rescued a fledgling robin from the middle of Markham by UAMS. He was hunkered down and scared stiff by the cars whizzing by, so it was easy for me to grab him.
The little guy (or girl), who spent the night in a box in our dining room, wouldn’t eat for us, so we knew we’d have to turn him loose soon. I tried baby bird food in a syringe, and John dug him up worms and fished potato bugs out of our compost bin, but little birdy wasn’t having any of it.
After worrying about him all night, I decided to put him in our fenced-off garden to protect him from our dogs and all the cats who live around here.
He had very different ideas, though, and immediately hopped through the fence and into the alley, alternating low-flying with hopping. Before I could even yell, “Watch out for cats,” a male cardinal swooped down from our neighbor’s privacy fence to assist the little guy. Pretty darn precious. I lost sight of them as they headed down the alley together.
Don’t know what became of baby bird, but we tried our best. He seemed to be a survivor. And that caring cardinal is a champ.