We begin our vacation, the first one we've had in several years, by doing some not so vacation-y things. We are going to start with Youngest room. With the exception of a 1 foot by 2 foot space that barely allows her door to open halfway, the entire floor is covered with clothes, books, bags and I don't know what else.
We call it the floordrobe.
It's about six inches deep. We're going to clean it. If you don't hear from me for a while its probably because I'm in jail for strangling her.
We've gotten $60 in quarters and intend to take every stitch of clothing we find in her room to the laundromat down the road and clean everything in one go. Otherwise, it might take weeks. We're also bagging everything that isn't a book or some electronic device and tossing it under the not unreasonable assumption that if it's been buried for over a year then she isn't going to miss it. Once this is done, I have high hopes that we will be able to move the puppy into her room and I can sleep through the night again. She's young. She can go without sleep far better than I.
Monday, after the ground dries out from the three days of rain, we're pulling down our patio cover. It's pretty much ready to fall down and something we've been putting off taking care of for far too long. Then we haul off all the trash, add some more caulking to leaky windows and hopefully we're done.
We're leaving for a cabin out in the Hill Country near Lost Maples State Park south of Kerrville on Wednesday. Where we will have no cell service, no television, no interwebs and nothing to entertain ourselves but nature, the dogs and ourselves until Saturday. I cannot wait.
So if you don't hear from me much this week, you'll know why.
Wish me luck.