One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
And, we’re done!
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Fantastic. Now where will he start building the rest of the shelves you probably need…
As a matter of fact, he’s in my ceramic room right now, tearing down the old bookshelf, and getting ready to build me a more sturdy and larger shelving unit tomorrow, onto which I can safely store bisque and finished ceramics!
Raise your hand if you embiggened the photos so you could read the titles…
HAH! I almost took a bunch of photos with two shelves each, in case people wanted to see what was on them…. ::blush::
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