This evening I decided to put on the pajama pants earlier than normal.  Maybe at like 7 pm.  It was fantastic.

Then I realized that it was trash day and I walked the very easy path to take the trash down the driveway.  (Although I loved our old driveway – a long gravel road, I do not miss walking/pulling/dragging the stink trash can down the drive.)

The mailbox made me remember that the bathroom still needs a little attention, too. I have been keeping the room measurements and a short list of the things that need changing, like the light and the crooked towel bar, in my phone. I can look at bathroom remodeling while I sort through those notes, before I start pulling tile colors or fixtures from a dozen different places. For now, the towel bar is still crooked, the package is still unopened and the trash can is exactly where it belongs.

Once the trash can was settled in its place, I wandered over to the mailbox and checked the mail.  Amazon had left me a small package.

I tucked the package under my arm and stood in my driveway.

I noticed some weeds in the flower bed by the drive.

“Well, that won’t do,” I thought, and squatted there in the twilight, package under my left arm, and pulled a few weeds.

I heard a truck drive by.

I literally laughed into the quiet of the evening.

I guess I’m a homeowner now – I’m pulling weeds after checking my mail while wearing pajama pants.

There you have it, friends.

Also.  Do you know what was in the package?  

Light bulbs!

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And in other news, here are a few photos of the bathroom – it’s all coming slowly along.

 

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