We got a nasty computer virus yesterday. I spent hours trying to figure it out but Ian ultimately triumphed. We lost nothing. I still cannot believe it.
In the meantime, I’ve been messing with paint. Usually, I’m pretty good with color, but this latest paint job has had me out of sorts. Today I picked up my third choice of paint for most of the kitchen and the whole living room and main hall. Whew! It’s working. I think. At least, for the first night in three, no one went to bed saying “Sorry, but I hate it.” Progress, right? I’ll have some pictures tomorrow.
What else? My parents spent last week in NC visiting my sister and her family. My sister sent Cally a GIANT bone. While it is definitely the calmest Cally has been since we’ve known her, I feel like I should put a sign up in the yard saying “No mastadons were killed for this dog treat.” It’s definitely giving me pause on my carnivorous ways – not much pause, as I don’t have to butcher my own food, but still, pause. (Pass the bacon while I think some more on this.)
Ian and I have a “date” (unless he finds someone better) to go see the midnight screening of Atlas Shrugged, Part I on Thursday night. I love a chance to spend one-on-one time with any of the boys and, since Ian read the book last summer, we’ve had many animated discussions about it. I hope it’s good.
Andy and I bought a pod of praying mantis for the garden. It’s hanging out there ready to hatch at any moment. When it hatches, 300 praying mantis babies will be launched into the garden and yard ready to eat mosquitoes and other pests. We’ve been checking the pod obsessively – nothing of note to report. Thus far, the garden has been relatively pest-free, but I’m all for anything that will eat mosquitoes.
We’re heading into our third week of no police visits. We’re not doing anything different, though. Makes me wonder what the neighbor is up to. Oh well, it’s a good thing for as long as it lasts, right?
Hope you all are doing well. Look for pictures tomorrow.