Spent the day with one of our daughters and her lovely family painting. Of all the children to offer to help they were our first pick because they are both tall and can reach nooks and crannies out of my reach. (Due to a ridiculous fear of heights and basic balance issues, ladders and I do not get along.)
Everything went well, until the end of the day when we couldn't find the key to lock the house and I remembered BOB playing in the truck. Once I made that connection it was easy to trace a two year old's steps..
One thing I noticed. It was our first day of really being there when big trucks came through blocking traffic to offload the bulldozer to do some grading for the driveway. This followed the water main bursting earlier this week with the attendant fire trucks and before that the Piedmont Gas fellows and all their mighty machines. It occured to me that this sort of thing is a true nuisance to the neighborhood. When we built our first house, we were out in the country on a cul-de-sac at the end of a cul-de-sac. It meant that not only did we get no trick or treaters, we also never disturbed anyone with our building noise.
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