"Errands done, house semi-functional—I'll call it a win."

The kitchen is finally back to being a working kitchen, so we went out and got our groceries today.
No more cold sandwiches.
We came home, and Cowboy took the trash to the dump and stopped by to see his sister.

Once he got back home, he puttered around in the yard until late.

He did get the new faucet on, and I’m going to enjoy filling up the tea kettle.
No more fighting to get it out from under the faucet.
This new one is tall!

Badger and I finished up the small things in the kitchen, and she put a load of laundry in.

Mostly, though, we took a day of rest.
Badger especially has been going pretty steadily since last Friday.

Cowboy finally got Uncle in his permanent wooden cremation urn.
That was an oh my gosh moment.
There is no sense of humor in this. 
Sometimes I can find dark humor, but not today.

So when Hippie Aunt brought his ashes to his house, one of her granddaughters wanted a little bit of him.
Gross, I know.
She opened the bag, took a red Solo cup, scooped some up, and shut the box.
Well, I didn’t pay any attention to her.

Cowboy opened up the box tonight, lifted the bag, and Uncle spilled all over my living room floor.
That gal, instead of opening the bag at the neck, ripped a dang giant hole in the bag, and we hadn’t opened it up to look at it until now.

Cowboy scooped as much as he could back in the bag, but I have dogs and cats, and unfortunately Uncle now has pet hair with him.
Poor Badger vacuumed the floor, and what little bit of Uncle was left, she put in my flower bed, and there were still bits of Uncle left.
I feel absolutely horrible!

But I mean, that’s on that darn granddaughter.

I’m sure when the resurrection happens, the good Lord can put all his pieces back together and get rid of the dog hair.
The majority of him made it to his box.

Of course, he’s still on my closet floor because we’ve not had time to clear off the bookshelf.
That’s the next job we tackle, or Badger tackles, since she thinks I’m not able to organize.