First, I finished a few projects at home.
I refinished the top of this sewing table. It was a gift long ago from my Aunt Debbie. I'm going to make it a night stand in the little bedroom. The room is going to have a mid-century vibe. Maybe my Ma will let me have the lamp in my brother's old bedroom...
I went outside in early March to take a look at my garden. I discovered a piece of sliding had started to rip off the house. Its proximity to the weather head (where the electricity enters the house from the pole) concerned me a little, but I figured, what the heck? Standing on an aluminum ladder a dozen feet in the air just inches away from death might be kinda exciting.
So, instead of gardening, I repaired my siding. A few screws, some caulk, and I was done. (Note: The duct tape was only to hold the right side in place so the caulk could dry.)Then, a couple days later was St. Patrick's Day. At lunch time, I came back to my desk after a routine trip to the library, and I noticed I had a voicemail message. It was my brother. I called him right back. Grandma F was in the hospital. She'd been in a car accident. It was serious, but there were no details available. A few hours later, Brad called back. Grandma had passed away. Wow. Wow. No way! She was the strong grandma. She was so incredibly active. She had so much to look forward to (golf, bowling, card games, shuffleboard, not to mention the most adorable great-grandkids on Earth!). It was just so unfair. I was already heading up to Wisconsin for my nephew's birthday party, so I took my bereavement days the following week and just stayed up there.
