Sorry for not  blogging. But. This is my busy, stress filled time of year. It is time to wind down the preparations for those who decide to come into the Church at Easter Vigil. 1st Communion is just around the corner.

And my favorite deacon decided that this would be the perfect time to get our house painted. Never mind that we could have gone on a first class trip to Italy for what it is costing us. Never mind that my house is turned upside down. We have to refinance our mortgage right this minute. Trust me when himself decides that now is the time…Well now is the time. No argument. Hey I have learned a thing or two after almost 42 years of marriage.

Any way we have a lot of work–especially painting and wall repair– to do.  We have to hire professionals; we just don’t have the time. Besides if you think that I am going to let my husband  anywhere near our very high ceilings at his age, no matter how spry he is, you and he are nuts.

Hey we usually move when it it is time to paint and do maintenance–usually after 5 years. We have been in this house nearly 18. So. I guess it is time to paint.

I am supposed to avoid stress. Yeah. Right

I would rather go to Italy.