The country doctor has been working on the roof of the barn since he came home from work on Friday night. This particular man may occasionally frustrate me for a multitude of reasons, but laziness is not among them.
He has been hauling both the long sheets of metal roofing and the pieces that fit over the peak, one at a time, up the ladder, caulking them together, and then screwing them down.
It is a monster of a job and I have not even been here to help him. Instead, I drove back out to western Kansas to pick up the boys from camp.
There are a lot of stories I need to tell you about that trip, the most important being how grumpy April gets on long car trips. Her normally tolerable level of bossiness, becomes practically unbearable.
This is a picture of her probably saying something like - Rechelle move your knees to the right, hand me some licorice, don't drink so loudly, turn down the radio, lean further back in your seat, give me my chapstick, where do I turn, etc, etc etc... She is not a good choice for a road buddy. She also does not tolerate crumbs in her car very well.
I felt obligated to try and teach her some tolerance by sprinkling a few crumbs in the driver's seat and elsewhere.
You can see by the way she is angrily wiping down her van, that my little experiment failed.
She is just not ready to admit that she has a problem. Only then can the healing begin.
Oh and by the way, our barn is not bleeding to death. The country doctor sprayed three coats of barn red paint around the top edge, to keep the roof from getting splattered when we paint the rest of the barn.
I didn't want you to lay awake all night worrying about it.