Summer Project #4: Doors and woodwork

One of our goals for the summer was to replace four of our outside doors and paint all of our inside ones.

A big project.

First step was deciding which doors to replace.  We decided that one of the outside doors looked fine and was relatively tight, one looked fine but needed repainting, and the other four were awful.

Bad doors:

New doors:

Vicky did all of the painting of the interior doors.  There were 11 of them--a big project when each side required two coats.

Interior doors:

Vicky also repainted all of the interior woodwork:

The back door looked OK, but (badly) needed repainting:

Another part of the project was replacing all of the exterior door knobs and locks so they would match the ones on the inside of the house.  Looks a lot better.

Everything looks so nice and fresh now inside.  All doors in the house except two have been replaced and painted, and one of those has been repainted.  All woodwork is repainted.  We still have some more house projects on our list, but I expect they will wait until next year.  We've done enough this year on our nest. 

My Medicare Babe: Making up Sh.t....... (stuff)

Vicky turned 65 today.  She's now on Medicare.  How can that be?  That I have a wife on Medicare.  I'm not that old, so how can that be?  I know I have been for two years, but what difference does that make?  I fully embrace the double standard.

So now I call her my Medicare Babe.

For her birthday we took a bike ride, just as we did for my 65th birthday. 

She had breakfast in bed (chocolate cheesecake I made her), dancing, fondue with three homemade dips, and all kinds of gifts.

And, oh boy! Gifts galore, including this one.  I told her I bet no one ever got this as a birthday gift.  I know what it looks like, but it isn't.  It is a camper washing machine. 

 Don't worry.  She got lots of pretty stuff too.


I have explained to her that when one turns 65 they have permission to make up sh.t......stuff.  And nobody can complain because, after all, we are older than 65.  And on Medicare. 

So now, like me, she's an expert on anything.  If she doesn't have the faintest idea about anything, that's OK.

She just makes it up!  It's beautiful.  I'll bet you can't wait until you are 65 and getting Medicare and you can too!