2nd
June
2016
A door rehung
We rehung the last door. The one that was in a too large opening, with the bias in the wrong location. No big deal, for two people; I would have hated the job as a solo effort. Symbolic, really. My year of living with son #3 as the assistant for odd jobs comes to an end in the morning. Travel time, and the start of the next chapter. We put that in focus by watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
posted in travel | Comments Off on A door rehung | 280 words
