Enjoying Life

I've been absent for almost two weeks because my life got in the way of blogging!

My oldest daughters family is in the process of building a home. I have lived in the same house since 1974 when I purchased it from the original owners. So I have no point of reference what goes into the building of a new house, but I am learning very quickly.

I have learned that builders build the house, but do not clean up after themselves. The floors have nails, wood shavings, dried mud, and even cigarette butts scattered all over the place. 

The electricians dropped the conduit and electrical boxes and left wood shavings in between the studs. The insulation was next, for two evenings we swept between the studs, to remove the wood shavings. 

Do other people clean up after the builders or do they leave the shavings in between the studs? All I know is that we thought it best to clean up the mess, or it would drive us crazy knowing what lurked behind the walls.

Sweeping is hard work I had blisters on both of my hands! I can't wait until they pull the electrical wire and hook everything thing up and we can use a shop vac.

As the school year comes to an end, my grandchildren's school hosted a special event, each child could invite special people in their lives to visit them at school and even have lunch with them.

Preschool lunches are eaten in the classroom, family style. Hands are washed, grace is said before the meal, and the rules of good manners are repeated by all. Don't use your hands to get the food off of the plate, use the fork or spoon. This is what I learned at preschool. Never ever sit on the end of the lunch table and be the last person that gets the food!

The Catholic school started grandparents day with a mass. Before mass started I asked my sister to snap a picture of us.  

May 5th was my oldest daughters wedding anniversary, and they were attending a Kentucky Derby party. Of course, she needed to make a hat for the contest that was being held during the party. I have mentioned that I do not have a DIY gene, but I still helped her decorate her hat.

We, and by that I mean, my daughter decided that we should have a rummage sale at my house. So I had to clean the garage, find things I wanted to sell, borrow tables, set up everything, and wake yesterday morning at the crack of dawn.

We set up our, out grown, don't want them anymore items for the treasure seekers to  see.

Our items didn't compare to the wonderful treasures my neighbor across the street had for sale.

I have missed you all, but I hope to be back blogging and reading, all of your blogs sometime next week.