Two people were cleaning windows when we got to the house in the morning. I wish I could keep them.
Here is a closer look at the garage floor, for Cas. It reminds me of linoleum floors from my childhood. This is some sort of epoxy paint.
Both of us walked by it two or three times before we noticed the refrigerator in the kitchen. Andy has been anxious about it since we made our choices back in March. We did not want the standard fridge, or even an upgraded one. All the builder was offering had the ice dispenser through the door. We’ve had enough of that over the years. It gets jammed up or the ice drops out one clink at a time. Clink………clink………clink. Nope. We like a bin with a big scoop to fill a glass to the top in two seconds. It is basically the same Samsung fridge we have in the motorhome, just a wee bit bigger. Andy is so happy with his new refrigerator.
Here is how it looks in that spot.
Now the kitchen is complete.
The painter arrived and looked at the floor of the lanai. Then he decided that he would paint it on Monday and left.
I made a pretty good stir-fry for dinner and made Andy his 81-2/12 birthday cake. It turned out pretty well except that the boiled icing was very grainy. Like eating tasty sand.
A man from Earthscapes was at the house when we returned in the afternoon. He was replacing some of the dead and half-dead shrubbery. The new ones were much healthier and a bit larger too.
The highlight for me was getting the gardenia bush. They call it a tree since they have pruned it as such. It went into the spot marked with an empty pot.
It has half a dozen blooms on it and they smell wonderful.
As soon as the man was done, I went closer and stuck my nose in all the blooms. Here is a closer look at one that is not all the way opened. Just smell that!
He also straightened up the red maple that had been leaning over. I had tried to do it the other day, with no success.
Andy and I were standing in the kitchen, discussing how our furniture will look in the family room when we heard a familiar clunk. The freezer had dropped ice into the bin. Our first ice! Now that calls for a documentary photograph.