Front porch now stuffed with things ejected as the main floor was deep-cleaned (missed last year's). Probably about half is trash or recyclables and half is yard-sale worthy. Now I know what that oddly-located front door is really for--ejections!

In the midst of MIL visiting I am working now on the guest room for an anticipated September guest, and that leads to an office project looming. Then I leave this house in order and head to Chicago to organize the sick relative's probable need for live-in care for a few months.

Friend at another forum I frequent have some fun signatures-- here's one that applies to the surprises in a busy life: "I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me."

~Susan