Saturday morning, when I went across the street to help with the flooring job at Son #2's house, I discovered that it was not "flooring day" but "dump day."  In the front yard was a pile of debris from the renovation project that had grown about as tall as I am, and #2 and his wife were loading it, piece by piece, onto a trailer.  I put my gloves on and joined the party.  Every board in the pile had nails in it, and I tore my crepe-y old skin right off the bat.  It took five trailer loads to clear the pile. When the last load pulled away, there was still a load of bricks to be dealt with.  The Husband got out the tractor.  We put all the bricks in the tractor bucket, shoveled up the chunks, and he dumped them in a ditch at the edge of the bean field to help stem the erosion.  

In between dump trips, I came home and stirred up some chili in the crock pot.  When the renovation work stopped for the day, Son #2 and family came over for chili dogs.  Everybody was pooped.

Yesterday, The Husband and I could not offer much help with the renovation work.  #2 was doing some wiring work (he's an electrician by trade) and needed only one helper.  Since it was cold outside, I mostly spent the day reading in my recliner.  Left-over chili made a quick supper.

This morning, I have to run some errands, then I've got to come home and sort papers.  Such a fun day ahead.  ;)