If it doesn't rain too much, I'll be working with Jonathan on the side of his house. He yanked all the siding off his house a couple weeks back. He's been learning how to replace window sills and that sort of thing since.
And we thought *we* were doing some big projects! But see how they live in an identical house?
If working on his siding doesn't happen, I'll build the raised garden beds and the roof of the compost bin.
Anyway, Sue's got a cough. Too much time in those hospitals. She says everyone's coughing at work.
Yesterday I rode the bus home, and a lady walked the aisle saying something about how her sister needed to be put back in hell, and "Repent. Jesus said, 'Repent,' and everyone just laughed." She got off after one stop.
Life goes in Providence. It's supposed to be rainy and 58 today, and 63 tomorrow. Go figure.
UPDATED: Budget Hole. Graffiti is spreading before my eyes. Broken Windows Theory is proving true. The tag you'll see show up behind the dumpster, ONCE, went up *all* over town in one night last week. A kid must have bombed 15 or 20 walls in one swoop. Thousands of dollars worth of damage. But the tag went up only on walls or buildings that were already defiled. Terrible and fascinating.
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