The facade and the floorboards are all that are left. Will they go too? Or will a new house rise? Only time will tell.
Aside from that stuff at Christmas that was really ice pretending to be snow, we have not had much in the way of the white stuff this winter. And here we are, in late February, with a snowstorm.
This was the perfect kind of snow. It looked very pretty and also didn’t really stick on the roads, so things weren’t very snarled up.
Thanks, winter, for being so polite. And pretty.
What could be inside this gingham packaging?
Primer has been replaced by some great color. I bet Paul is excited to be getting such a good new coat of paint.
Paul has been blanketed in primer. I love the color swatch hanging from the temporary fence.
Apparently there wasn’t much work to do during my work-from-home day. Good thing I could fill the time with tasks.
That 11:00 list? Library, x-mas stamps, grocery shop? That was optimistic. I thought the ice would have melted off by then, but it was just as slick as it was first thing in the morning. I made it to the library and back home, but it was no 20-minute round-trip journey. I made it to New Seasons, but Fred Meyer had to wait until the next day. The Christmas stamps weren’t bought until the next week.
This flyer appeared at my Max stop this morning. What an unfortunate story. Martha Marie Morrison was murdered in 1974. Her siblings assumed she was reported missing, but she never was. I’m curious about the details of the story. As a 17-year-old she was already living with her boyfriend. She also suffered from psoriasis, which is something we have in common. This Wikipedia page has more information. It sounds like she had a hard life.