I have so many hurting friends at home. When you move away you are alone in your grief and prayers and confusion. However, I know "I am not alone for my Father is with me."
I did what I do when I'm stressed (besides eat), I paint. I did it! I painted my front door.
If you could see the whole house, you could see that the blue didn't work. I'll show you in another post. Our house needed some continuity. I'm better satisfied.
My garage is full of projects that I am giving away today.
Yes, that would be me! Never-finish- what-you-started. The chest would require more than I'm willing to give so I'll give-as in- give it away. It has a thick coat of enamel paint that I thought I could cover with chalk paint. Ugh!
I'm getting $10 for the splintered shutter that I found by the side of the road.
Took this little bit to the splash pad yesterday.
She made a friend.
Thanks for letting me share my woes and wees.