Rainy and gray again today. I think we're getting the very tail end of the terrible weather that our friends to the south have had to deal with. We're very happy to hear they've made it through safely.
We met with another builder at the lake. We all stood outside in rain of varying intensity. I finally got an umbrella from the car, the builder toughed it out and Dave wasn't a happy camper. I knew enough not to try to take a picture. We'll wait another couple weeks for an estimate.
Back at home Dave spent the afternoon scraping and painting upstairs, I sorted through books and photographs in the "junk" room that used to be Jesse's nursery. We both made some good headway.
I came across my mother and her husband's handwritten journals of their trailer camping years (1979 - 1995). My dad died when I was 23 and my mom later remarried a quirky but good man. The only grandpa Jesse ever knew. They enjoyed 19 years of camping, playing bridge and scrabble, and dancing before he, too, died. They were blogging before the internet!