Yesterday was quiet interesting—Memorial Day. It was just an ordinary day with nothing going on except construction on the house. The house is officially ripped apart and any aspect of seeing one portion of the house livable at a time looks far from true. We now have no front windows, no windows in the kitchen, and no windows along the side of the house. Everything is just boarded up. It’s so dark in this house. Hey, at least my dad wont ask us to close the blinds anymore.
There is always a bright side to every dark side. Heh. Dark should have new meaning.