Bret was thoughtful and suggested we take a rose. it gave up the ghost before we got there but I figure dad doesn't care. The neighbors had a ton more decorations, but at least he now hasa wilted rose.
Look! I have new windows! Beautiful, but the screens are on the inside because they are designed to open out - the while thing. Different, but it will work and they are pretty and silk keep the cold air out.
This is where we had lunch yesterday. Panda something. It is a Mongolian bbq place but I am convinced they never put anything away at night or stay with fresh ingredients in the morning. It was way divey. The sign says greens and groceries and is the awning over where you assemble your ingredients. It was so not nice that Bret opted not to tip. It want like we had a waitress anyway. The only woman working there was so caught up in her Asian soap opera we were lucky she cooked our food at all.
Last night was our annual birth parent dinner. It was my first one. Bret and I chose to donate quite a bit of money to make it a really nice evening. One of the board members is friends with Kenneth cope and got him to provide entertainment. This is his back side. I loved one of his songs -about how God loves broken things. I saw a couple old friends there and had a grand time. some day maybe I will bring my own birth mom.
This is my old room. Once walked in wood paneling that I found warm and inviting. Now it will be a generic plain walled room. Yes I miss it already. Mostly because of the headache it has been to transform it.
Here is the latest view of our basement. I took it from the north looking south this time. The pile in the middle is our couches stacked on top of each other. Word is it will be another 2 weeks since the windows and doors are being custom made. Today the tried digging out our old window well to put in a deeper one. The old one was formed with rebar so the $125 rental fee for a concrete cutter was a total waste and they spent the afternoon with a sledge hammer. Sadness all around. I should get a photo of the big hole. Maybe tomorrow.