Well, it's raining. Again. And Karen's trailer is sitting in the back yard under a tarp waiting for progress to be made. The front deck has a deck and rails, but no ballusters or permanent stairs, much less the pergola that's supposed to be covered with climbing vines by now. And don't even get me started on the back deck, because I can't get started on the back deck.
William's swim lessons were cancelled because of the weather, not because of the rain, but because of rumbles of thunder. Can't argue with that; you don't want to get caught in a large body of water when there's lightning.
And poor Karen: this is her last of two days off.
I don't think I've ever hated the rain as much as I do right now.
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