#15 Flash Me

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Tom was imagining some sort of “keep your house weather proofed in Oregon, because you never know what you’re gonna get.” I said “we need to say ‘flash me.'”

He thought I meant actually flashing  you, and I had to assure him that was not my intention.

Tom finished the “belly bands” and installed two doors today. He also did the flashing, finished some Tyvek, and got a ton of supplies from Jerry’s. He’s embarrassed about a mis-cut, and wanted me to show his mistakes. I didn’t think that was necessary.

I painted and painted and painted. It turns out my miracle paint only does so well, but still needs touch ups. The old paint is probably really old, and there are a lot of stains. Tom clearly reads every word on the blog, and said to me today, “are those all dead bugs??!!” while looking at my work and seeing stains showing through my new paint.  I assured him they were oil stains, and that I was severely exaggerating while mentioning painting over carcasses. But then today I painted near the attic crawl space. Shhh….

So my shoulders are aching. And we’re both really sore from the work of the weekend. But I still stopped to kiss him in the pump room of the property, and he said, “you want to kiss me, even when surrounded by mouse poop?” The answer is yes, obviously. Always.


We crossed items off of our list this weekend. We worked hard and it felt good.

This morning Tom had his alarm set for early, headed to work at the property. I laid there with him, a million thoughts in my head, running through all the sh  things I have to do and anxious thoughts I have. And then I reminded myself that I was lying in bed beside my best friend, the person I love most in the world, and that I should just be thinking about where I was at that precise moment. It gave me perspective and guidance for my day.

Today I went to church alone, as Ella needed sleep and Tom was already working at the property. Our guest pastor, David, shared that God gives us a lot of second chances. We all screw up, constantly, and we have infinity plus one chances. No matter how much I mess up I can always make a fresh start.

So really, I’m good with God. It made me laugh, but it also helped me realize that I’m really doing okay. I just need to keep on keeping on, and to appreciate all the blessings I have in my life, every moment, all day, every day.

Have a beautiful rest of your Sunday.

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