I’m going between two places, a floating home, and a more permanent home.  I’ve been struggling with navigating doing laundry and such at night in the permanent home since that requires going through a kitchen that is being remodeled as it is completely emptied and torn apart.  Wires burst and hang sadly forth from open walls. It seems 1950’s wiring is not up to code.  Who knew?

I feel like a spelunker when I put on my headlamp to navigate through the kitchen in the dark to the garage and the washer and dryer.  Why am I not doing it during the day?  Because it’s filled with men who know what they’re doing and I don’t.  I stay away on a magical float, a houseboat complete with birds surrounding it in its up and down float.