Poppy likes to go through my shoes and was delighted to find that I still have the white sandals I wore when I got married 22 years ago. She informed me I should wear them on our anniversary. That was on a Saturday, however, and I do not generally go around in high heels at home. I told her I would wear them to church the next day, though.
This is the main aisle at our church. It is bare wood. All of my heels are SO LOUD when I have to walk up and down this aisle, which is several times when I'm mayordoma.
A. finished installing the tub and shower in the children's bathroom. The tub juuuust barely fit.
Like, to the centimeter.
A. has spent his entire life hating cheap bathroom fixtures, so instead of buying the shower plumbing, faucets, etc., at a local store, he ordered this crazy copper set-up from Morocco. Directly from a Moroccan company, I mean.
That giant circular thing in the 8-inch shower head.
It came in an actual wooden box they built for it, with Fragile stamped on it. It was the modern equivalent of A Christmas Story.
A. actually used a hammer to open this.
The end result is I'm sure not what anyone is going to expect in our old trailer in the middle of nowhere.
Welcome to the Moroccan baths.
A. made sure to mount the shower head so there is plenty of clearance for the over-six-foot-tall people in our house, which at the moment stands at two of them but will probably include all the males in our household in a few years.
The family is delighted with their extra-deep tub and extra-high shower. I am delighted that it no longer smells like a swamp when anyone bathes. Satisfaction all around.
It has also proved useful as our laundry facility for a couple of weeks while my washing machine is gone for repairs.
Poppy was delighted to stomp clothes for me. I was delighted to let her.
For my part, after we made the younger boys' bunk bed into two twin beds, I got them each a clothes rack to take the place of the closet they do not have in their bedroom. The box for each of these racks, which I lifted out of the outer box with one hand, was pretty funny.
"Super Heavy" and TEAM LIFT. Okay, then.
Despite the impressive feat of lifting this all by myself, I was more impressed that I actually assembled them myself.
Flat-pack furniture and I don't really get along.
Check out this impressive bug I found on my collard greens.
Yikes.
The son who is on the FFA entomology team identified this for me as an assassin bug. I can only hope it's assassinating the grasshoppers.
Lastly, this week's flowers, courtesy of sunflower season and A. going down the hill to do some rock work*.
Table flowers.
And the church (and bookcase) flowers.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
* The younger boys went with him and were holding all the flowers in the truck on the way home. They informed me that ants were on the flowers and they kept getting bitten on the drive home. This is how I know they love me.
