Day 105

The end of another week. Quick math (on my phone's calculator app) shows 15. Apparently time also flies when you are not having fun. Although that is a bit of stretch. I may not be having a super great time 24 / 7, but I'm doing ok. No qualifications this time. And surprisingly, almost no guilt. Which makes me question whether I'm really just an unfeeling robot disguised as a human. If I am (a robot), please don't tell me...

Home alone tonight and also probably tomorrow night. Dawn left early this morning for Bristol, Tennessee to visit her cousin, Marilyn, who came down from Minnesota with her husband and assortment of children, spouses and grandchildren. Marilyn's son is into dirt track stock car racing, a love that was undoubtedly passed down by his father, aka Marilyn's husband Randy. (We father's have a tendency to do that. Full credit to the moms, too. I just can't speak for them since I'm not one. But I might be a robot, so nothing is really for certain any more.) Dawn brought a carload of Damian's toys and books to give to Marilyn's grandkids. Also a toy chest and a wooden step stool that looks like a rubber duck, both of which were made by Dawn's father. Dawn said that everything was a hit, so yeah us. Well, mostly yeah Dawn since she did all of the work while I stayed home with the dogs, dumb and dumber. 

The painters were here today to paint the house. From 8:30 to 9:45, all I hear is stomp, stomp, stomp, bark, bark, bark. Stomp, stomp, stomp, bark, bark, bark. The nitwits were running back and forth from window to window and barking at the painters through the glass. By 10 I'd finally had enough and crated them both. I gave them each a bully stick to chew on, which, thankfully, settled them down. Finally, some peace. 

I'm glad that the kids liked Damian's stuff and that the toy chest and step stool will stay in the family. I think Damian would have appreciated this, too. He was at the stage in his life where he was starting to value bringing joy to others. Admittedly, he still had a long way to go, but I know it was starting to register. Or maybe I'm remembering him how I want to. Either way, it makes me feel good so I'm not going to overthink it. 

Not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow. I'll probably spend some time in my office painting. I've got one wall left and, if I'm feeling inspired, the trim could use a fresh coat. If not, I'll just call it done and put my office back together. I also need to get Damian's car listed for sale online. I have all the pictures so it's just a matter of spending the time to get it done. If I can get both things done, the office painting and the ad for the car posted, I'll call it a successful weekend. 

With any luck, that may even leave me with a little time to play. Just not sure what I will do with it. 

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