Sunsets, Stars, West, Wind
Not only is my daughter, Rachelle, an aspiring and talented mezzo soprano studying at UNT, she can:
It only took two years and my daughter’s elbow grease to get the grout between these tiles. Thank you Rachelle!
Happy Epiphany Everyone! Did you enjoy your Twelfth Night celebrations?
For some ideas on celebrating the Season of Epiphany, visit Wikipedia‘s ‘Local Customs‘ section in the Epiphany article.
This evening, we’ll de-trim the Christmas tree and pack it and the decorations away for another year. And perhaps today I’ll come home to a grouted tile entryway. Terry and Rachelle (well, mostly Rachelle) prepped and cleaned the tile surface, but could not locate the squeagy we bought over two years ago. So, this morning, they will venture out to Home Depot for another one.
The crochet project for Rachelle’s Brimmed Cap proceeds slowly. I’m at the halfway point so it should pick up steam on the downhill run and be finished by the weekend.
Today is the Twelfth Day of Christmas. If I really aspired to ambitious social impact, I’d host a Twelfth Night party, but I’ll settle for coming home to grouted tile.
Why? Because nearly two years ago, we laid down tile in our front entryway. The grout remains in the box.
I love the feel of the tile and the non-squeaky, non-creakiness of it (compared to the rest of the floor in the house which is nailed to the joists, not screwed).
With Rachelle’s help, or Terry supervising Rachelle, the spaces between the tiles should be filled sometime today. Keeping the Rottweilers occupied while it sets will also prove challenging.