Making Lemonade
We knew it would come. We just figured we had until the contract ended in a month. Turns out, things went a bit faster than planned. Thank goodness Paul obsesses over Quicken we’re thrifty.  So we’re on Day Two of no billable hours for Paul, and predicting this will reach into a third day… or more.
No demonstrable household income* = Lemons
Having some time to work on the house = Lemonade!
Like getting back to the front yard, which we hadn’t seen in a long while. Weeding, top soil, mulch… and it’s a different place all together. Remember us bricking in the plant beds? Time to finally get those last bags of concrete and mortar off the porch! A few more days and the middle bed will be done.

We used our child labor to help on weed control.

We haven’t forgotten about that 4+ year and going renovation in the back! More on that soon. It’s just too overwhelming to get into tonight.
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*No demonstrable income, meaning, nothing that we really can speak for or give strong evidence towards… as opposed to the little spurts of cash I bring in. Some good news, though: I was recently offered a summer adjunct position to teach in the School of Social Work. And a grant project I was written into as a consultant was funded. So it’s not like I’m a total loss?


























