Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

It’s a teacher’s staple of the first week of school: Ask the students to either write or report on what they did for the summer. Here’s what I did.

Finished the sixty-hour course for my Michigan builder’s license and realized how amazing it is that houses or office buildings actually get built.  It’s made me decide I’m too old to begin a career as a builder, but I’m certainly not too old to find a local one and drive him nuts.

However, to stave off my desire to move Earl and I have repurposed our current home.  Upgraded our master bedroom with a gimongous (That’s even bigger than “King”) sleigh bed.  Earl is in seventh heaven.

Made a guest bedroom from my former office, and turned half of my piano room into a smaller scaled version of a work area. Redid the garage (Don’t ask why.  It’s an Earl thing.); added new carpeting and had the old one re-stretched. Painted, stained, and, in the end, touched up every room.

Okay, I don’t want to move at the moment.  But, Earl, don’t discount the fact that I have gypsy feet.