Probably not, but I'm so pleased with my efforts, that I think so. All those years of looking at holes in tile are at an end. Last night, as you, dear daughter, no doubt read with baited breath, I removed the damaged tiles and today after I finished working on writing and marketing efforts, I REPLACED IT WITH INTACT TILE. I can see why I let it go so long. It was a royal pain in the butt to replace, but looks so much better now. Tomorrow night after standing committee meeting (or maybe before) I grout. And then the sink goes in and you get pictures. But not yet. Nothing until I have a bonne fide "after" to post. So I'll put something pretty up. Something non-repair. A leaf will do nicely. (And yes, I probably need to put more meaning in my life).
We're staying put for Thanksgiving. I didn't think it would make me as sad as it does. I love having this particular holiday with my family. My sisters and I cook, drink and gossip. The young adults are around and we can catch up on news of their lives and my parents are still with us to enjoy the feast and each other. And I am very aware that these days are fleeting and precious. We're hosting my brother and sister in law here and have added to the gathering with friends who live locally. It will be a lovely day, no doubt, but I still wish I were in Presque Isle. There is NO place like home for the holidays. Ever. What do they do in Hanoi for Thanksgiving? I wonder. . .
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