Ove the weekend, Neel started taking down Callum's old play structure. He has great plans for the space and the wood, but I don't need to tell you what a bittersweet moment this was for all of us. Let's face it, more for me and Callum than for Neel.

Of course I had to take pictures. It wasn't as hard as I expected. Saying good-bye. Callum played here, but we tend to have a front-yard neighborhood, so he wasn't on it as much as some kids are on their play structures. Still. I do not do well with this sort of thing.

What we still joke about is how, when we first built the darn thing, the instructions said it would take three hours. What three hours of the week+ it actually took were they refering to?

Neel is an unsentimental person, so in a matter of moments the place was coming down.

Beauty diminished. Memories not so.

Just when I was getting really sad, Callum had the great idea to keep the steering wheel!

He's a lot like me.

My favorite electrician was here for most of the afternoon again yesterday (sigh), so I lost power to the computer and access to the WiFi (WiFi, that, thanks to Annie's suggestion, I'm going to start charging guests to use). That set me behind at work, and now I'm all disgruntled. But, Neel has power to his shed, which he nearly pulled me out in my jammies last night in the rain to see. I'll look today. In response to your comments yesterday, Heather @ It's So Suburban, I think the skill at sewing is directly proportional to the cursing involved. Two stupid rectangles took ALL DAY. And Mom, those were Callum's hands, but don't worry, he was just keeping Neel's seat warm. Mark, if Fred could recover my ottoman that would be great. And Noreen, look for a brussels recipe tomorrow (I hope!). They're Callum's favorite. Har Har.

good bye old friend {life}

it's electric {still + life}