oh, interweb…how i missed you so. thank you, cable guy, for reconnecting us with the world. i felt so out of touch.

today i painted our bedroom for 10 hours…i can’t really explain why it took so long. i spent 1 hour cleaning (hair and dust in the radiators, ick) and around 1 hour eating, playing with the pups, etc. but those 2 hours were in addition to the 10 hours. there was a ton of cutting in, that was the bulk of the time. it doesn’t really matter how long it took, i guess, because it looks so nice. but, geez my hands are sore.

in other news, we were wondering when the neighborhood trash day is, so tom stopped by the local public works department to ask. as it turns out, there is no trash collection. that’s right, we have to take our trash to the dump!!! i didn’t even know that people still did that. this will be an adventure indeed.

taking trash to the dump is like living in hopewell.
uncle dieter and adria do it twice a week.
rest well. mom

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