Tile Gate...day 8

I drew this on my tablet, lets you know how board I am...how much longer before I can put some of my house back together and feel normal again. Today has been quiet, just the sounds of the saws and hammers and the occasional smell of burnt wood hangs in the air. I had to beak at my contractor about you know who today. We have come to a decision...ta da Tomorrow I am to get a new tile man. We have been pushed to the limit but it seems as a team the tile man and I don't see eye to eye. Of coarse it would help if he actually was here to look in to his eyes....but you get my point. The sad news is, his methods and others are not the same and so some of the new tile just put down may have to replaced. It's now a joke, you have to laugh.

I did some actual house work today just to feel normal. I never thought I would miss it, but I do. Dishes and laundry are a given, they will always be there. With all these men in my house it feels dirty. I have no room to work but tonight I should have at least proper beds in the rooms. I am feeling the need to be creative and since I have no place to work I will transfer those feelings over to cooking today. I have a roast marinating and making apple crisp and baked macaroni. It's times like these when comfort food is in order.

And so I leave you today with a sample of an old painting I did. The fields here are filled with pumpkins all in brilliant orange. Fall is here folks!