I’m torn between going on a bike ride and just staying in wearing my bike clothes. I’m addicted to HGTV right now and Frank is getting a re-do of his outside entrance and it’s difficult to leave without seeing the results of our team’s hard work. (He seems to be a bit of a control freak, so is having a hard time not getting the vision.)   

The next door neighbors, three guys in a fairly plain but nice split level, got feminized. Window boxes and plants, pillows and drink tables on their porch and a cooler disguised as a planter. (Why do these guys live in this neighborhood?)

We are leaving for Kansas City tomorrow. I have to pack all of the accumulated housewares from our nearly 3 month stay. And there’s a lot of other things I’d rather do. Gotta go, Frank is choosing the color for his front door — he’s got otter (lavender grey), burnt sugar (brown) or siren (deep blue red). Unbelievable tension.

Update. I biked to the gulf, the marina, the park and wheeled into a garage sale. A good day so far.