…is not like the others?

No, it’s not the red one(s), although is is (they are) not like most of the others.

And no, it’s not the little round one that’s white with black spots — a Dalmation rock, although it is not like most of the others.

OK, it’s the green one behind the round rock, and it’s not a rock at all, it’s an avocado.

I was washing out a dish when it hit me that not all the rocks on the window stool were actually rocks. Leah wanted something to put there, so we picked out some of the petrified wood I had collected over the years, mainly from Utah. I am still kicking myself for leaving a large collection of amethyst that my father had found in my parents’ travels.

Please don’t look at the window. It’s still not trimmed out. I seem to find something to do other than trimming the windows. I have managed to get two done, or almost done, and they look like this:

This window is complete except that I need to paint it again to cover the caulk I used on the nail holes and to hide the few, very few, very, very tiny cracks resulting from my less than professional carpentry.

I occasionally amuse myself by counting the number of windows and doors I still need to finishing trimming out, and trying to calculate how long it will take. I have found that it takes much longer if I never actually start working, and much less time when I actually do start working. But right now I am mainly working in the yard. I have some plants to plant, and then a fairly large area to prepare for planting grass seed. It’s weedy, mainly bare dirt with ruts and humps that I have to clear of weeds and smooth as much as I can with a shovel. I expect not to get back to inside work for a while.