Well, what a weekend.
I get to my folks house yesterday to find the usual, not unwelcome, sonnydoit list of tasks. They had repainted the kitchen and breakfast nook, and admirably decided to be thorough and replace all the hardware, switches, outlets, and plates. Remove and repaint all the doors. Oh, "And we have a new ceiling fan for our bedroom. The old one squeaks."
I don't mind helping, didn't mind doing it all. Saturday night we cooked a big BBQ chicken dinner (God Bless Johnny Harris!) with grilled eggplant, onions, and squashes.
Before all this, and with conversations and phone calls to weave through the whole weekend: my rehabilitated heroin addict BIL is back on all the substances. And left my sister. He went to Atlanta to party for the weekend. Had burnt $500 out of their joint account in one night before she got him cut off. Still AWOL. He's supposed to resume his graduate studies tomorrow. They were, now she is, closing on a house at the end of the month.
I would like to throw my shovel in the truck and find his sorry ass.
How was your weekend?