Yesterday was a good day at Gillcrest, full of productive conversations & planning…just a general sense of optimism. There is still so much to do that it often makes me feel like I can’t breathe, but Henry got the grass cut— so, there’s that.
(Hey, there’s a lot of grass over there!)
Dick in a tree.
Dick on a tractor.
Dick behind a mower.
More Gino Vannelli finds!
And this bitchin’ Winchester shirt that has stains but IDGAF.
I like to turn on the kitchen stereo so the house is full of soft rock. It’s comforting and makes it feel alive in there again.
One can always count on Chooch for comedic relief.
My mom got a random head lamp thing in the mail as a free gift from Marlboro, so she brought it over for Chooch. But it actually was a pretty handy device for me because I was working on cleaning out some of the drawers in one of the gamerooms that has very limited light.
I haven’t worn one of these since I did that ghost hunt back in 2011!
After we left the house, Henry took us to Page’s for ice cream where I had major ordering remorse. I wanted a maple sundae but I didn’t see the sign for it, so I got the blueberry soft serve instead. And then of course right after Henry paid, I saw my maple queen on the fucking menu.
Dick at the ice cream shop.
“It tasted like ice cream. I never would have thought,” Chooch just deadpanned when I asked him if he wanted to review his ice cream cone.
Seriously, for being my back-up, you can’t really go wrong with soft serve made with real blueberries, you know?
Dick hugging a dick.
Dick with an angel.
Capped off a fine Saturday with “Crimson Peak,” which was way better than I thought it was going to be and felt actual sadness when it ended. JUST LIKE I DID WHEN SATURDAY ENDED.
Never enough Saturday. :(