The tip jars at Amy’s Bakery Arts Café, which change frequently, force you to really dig deep and take stock of who you are. 

I’ve seen this bike around town before, and I hope it belongs to someone who works at the Holstein association. 

… and an old toilet on the porch…

As a former restaurant, we had 4 propane tanks all lined up in front of the house. We don’t use as much hot water or heat as a restaurant, and we’ve converted a lot of our appliances to electric anyway, plus the pellet stove. 

So, we convinced the gas company to haul away two of the tanks, giving us another few feet of usable space ( or at least beautifiable space ) in front. 

some of our heating 

Well, almost. Blackberry picking with Sherry and Prov this weekend followed by a lovely dinner. 

Vacations are great, but it’s also great to be home. And so, on to the next chapter…

The home I returned to is a wreck, but that’s a good thing. The long-delayed next phase of the remodel is fully underway, with all of the walls and ceiling in the living and dining room torn apart, waiting for new insulation, rewiring, and so on. Lee moved all the furniture out into Chuck’s garage, except for a very cozy little set up in the kitchen.

It will be very exciting to have the upstairs completely done, which should be about another four weeks from now.