"I survived the Great Kitchen Remodel of 2025. Barely."

Tempers definitely flared today, but the good news is the remodel is finally done. 
We’ve got a working kitchen again.
And honestly, we owe Badger big time.
 She did the whole thing-moving the junk out, hauling it back in, and cleaning on top of it. I don’t know how we’ll ever repay her.

It was another very, very long day of staring at the kitchen walls. 
There wasn’t much else to do except move the canned goods from Badger's closet back into the pantry.

While everything was packed up, I went through things as we unpacked and got rid of a lot of stuff.
We don’t use glass plates, bowls, or cups; those are now gone.
I don’t even know why I had them. 
We’re all clumsy as a bull in a china shop, and glass is the worst thing to keep around here.
I have two boxes of stuff ready for the thrift store.

I wish this were the last big organizing job, but Badger has her eye on the living room shelves and my closet next.
With any luck, the Energizer Bunny will give us a couple of weeks to breathe before we dive in again.

We still need to get my Uncle into his final resting place and make room for him on the living room bookcase.
Right now, he’s sitting on my closet floor, which feels completely wrong.
That was once a living person.
I’ve never liked the idea of cremation, of keeping someone in an urn or box, but that’s what had to be done.
Even so, he doesn’t belong on the closet floor like an old pair of shoes.

Cowboy burned brush today. 
The pile sits right in front of Heron’s RV.
He stayed outside all day and still hasn’t come back in.
The fire isn’t out yet, and he says he can’t leave it.

It looks like the new owners of Side Deck Neighbor’s house moved in on Monday, and they definitely stayed overnight last night.
I almost called them the new Side Deck Neighbors, but no. Mrs. J was, and always will be, the one and only Side Deck Neighbor.
Their license plates seem to be from Florida and Missouri.
They also brought a large dog, which means we’ll need to be cautious with Lady.

They don’t seem to like chickens. 
Every time my rooster crowed, they grimaced and stared at the coop.
If looks could kill, those birds would be toast.
They had every chance to check out the neighborhood before buying.
It’s not like we hid the chickens during the auction.
Loud Mouth Rooster was crowin’ his dumb head off the whole time.
We’ve lived beside Miss J since 1997.
Having someone new next door is going to feel strange.
And from what I’ve seen, they carry themselves with a bit of snobbery.

We’re going to town tomorrow. It’s Thursday, what do you expect?
We weren’t planning to, but Cowboy’s phone is out of minutes and needs refilling.

Cowboy wants to go fishing Friday and Saturday. 
Badger and I don’t go with him.

Sunday we need to take these boxes up to the thrift store, and I might check on Uncle’s house.
My cousin went up today. 
She had an odd report.
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