No, That's Not the Primer

We're moving slowly, but here are some of the after pictures. This is the master bedroom. It's RED! Yay!

For the keen of eye, we chose to only paint the trim on the windows, since we were replacing them in just a few months. I figure window coverings will help hide the contrast. And if they don't, and I can't stand looking at the old paint, I'll do the insides.







I don't know how well you can see if from the picture, but that big window was in sad shape. Vid spent several hours sanding and scraping it yesterday so we could paint it. We want to replace most of the windows at the end of the summer - but that one stays a while. Vid sanded down to bare wood in some places because it was so bad.

Yellow! Let's sing a little song about yellow!

I love this color. Love it. I have no idea if it will actually go with any of the stuff in my kitchen, but I don't really care. John (a friend from church) came over yesterday and painted almost the whole kitchen for us. He's about 6'4", so he didn't even have to use a ladder. Well, hardly. He stepped on the bottom rung and reached over the cabinets that way. We found out yesterday that John is a talker. Every time one of us walked into the kitchen, he'd stop and tell a funny story about something - his house, his wife, his kids, whatever. I was afraid he was lonely while the rest of us worked in other parts of the house.

So there it is, folks. It's finally coming together. We might actually be able to pack this week.

I think one of the best things about this time has been getting to know people. Yes, our old friends came and helped. But so many people from our church - people we hardly knew - came and pitched in. It was sort of incredible to see the church behave that way. I don't know that I have ever been in a situation like that before. Like Ed. Yesterday Ed knocked on our door, introduced himself, and told us Paul had sent him. He handed us a pipe bender/cutter thing (Yes, dads, I'm sure there's a word for it - I just don't know what it is.), told us we might need it. Then he tipped his hat (literally) and left.

Dan, a guy who is our age and went to Wheaton when David did, was over for ten hours yesterday. Among other things, he offered to cut the lawn. At one point, I ran out the front door (I needed a drop cloth from the garage). I arrived just in time to see Dan rev the lawnmower and run it right over the large ant farm in the front yard, forwards, then back, spraying the dirt up around the lawnmower tires like sand in a monster struck rally. He had this little Calvin-like smirk on his face.

I wonder what those ants were thinking. Invasion? Earthquake? Apocalypse?

Probably it was the wrong thing to do, and it will just spread them around. But I was proud of Dan. It looked like fun. I was a little jealous that I hadn't offered to mow the lawn.