Company came for the past weekend: Mike's sister, her husband, their son, and his girlfriend. Family.
The guys came to work. They put a new shower head in the bath, fixed one of the outside faucet handles, repaired the holes in the laundry room wall and mounted the new outlet for the dryer. They fixed the flag on my mailbox that has been dangling since lat winter. They not only changed the oil in the lawn tractor, they removed the battery for storage, sharpened the blades, and greased all the fittings. Wow!
In the meantime, the girls played. We went to a yoga class, cruised an antique shop, went to a poetry reading, drank wine, and talked. Not a bad division of labor, was it not?
Family is the best company.