Oh, Well…

Somewhere along the journey, I’ve learned to say, “Oh, well” usually when things go wrong or adults express to me things that are going wrong….

“Oh, well.”

‘Did anybody die?’ is often my second question and then again…”Oh, well.”

I thought to myself, as I pulled out of the driveway recently….”Oh, well.” Our square hole had water in it….this was not good. “Oh, well” I thought, and then thought again…”oh, well….as in a well...a well with water in it” the pun was clear to me.

Yes, our excavation is having ‘issues’. Something to do with irrigation and ground water…. No remodel has ever gone to plan, why should we be any different?

Just as the excavation was starting to have ‘issues’, Dear John and Dear BJ pulled into the yard, with Turk the City Dog. They were on their way from Arizona to Alaska with a few stops in between, Glory Farm being one. We were delighted to see them. Dear John had previously asked, if we had any ‘projects’ for him, which made both My Loving Spouse and I start to laugh.

Upstairs we had 6 new windows awaiting installation. We’d had the windows for sometime now, as ‘Someone’ (My Loving Spouse) was disinclined to be crawling around on a roof covered in snow and ice, so that new windows could be installed, making the upstairs a tad less windy and less bug friendly.

The wind was not blowing, the snow and ice were gone and My Loving Spouse had someone to help him, (who actually knew what he was doing.)

“It was so easy working with Dear John”, said My Loving Spouse. Of course it was, he knows what he is doing and then…he finishes most of the job, while you took off for work.

Adding the trim, painting and making it all look great…

We are grateful for all their help, encouragement and friendship. We love their visits….and are blessed to call them family.

As for the water in our excavation…hmmm, considering this time last year we were driving home from the hospital….all I can say is,

“Oh, well.”