So, tiny detail un: We're still missing Wyatt, of course, but I think we've moved past the darkest of times. We're able to talk about him without getting teary, and we're able to get back into "normal mode," meaning sitting on the couch, making dinner, watching TV, going to bed and waking up in the morning, without being constantly reminded of how we would do all of those things with him. At least I am. I think what's helping me is seeing him. He's my desktop wallpaper at work, and so I can look at him all day and think good thoughts about him.

Tiny detail deux: The day after we put Wyatt down I learned that my great-aunt Madeline passed away. She was 96, she had congestive heart failure, and she was tired of struggling, so it was not a surprise, but it's hard nonetheless, mostly because this leaves only one remaining Shea, down from the six who lived in the big, white Colonial across the yard and with whom I grew up. Tomorrow is her funeral. We're going down for it, of course, but being that we're still out of sorts because of Wyatt and being that it's going to be hard to see my 94 year-old great aunt Anna in that big house all by herself, it's not going to be the most pleasant of visits. This is what life is about, though. Dealing with the bad stuff, but trying to see the good. Like that we still have one remaining Shea and that we get to see her again tomorrow. This is a good thing.
Tiny detail trois: Doug and I are done with our fence project! We finished this past weekend with the help of my mother and Aunt Alice, two incredible troopers who came up on Friday and spent the day at our house painting the fence while Doug and I were at work. I got out a little early that day to help with the last bit of the fence, Doug too, and by 7pm we were officially done. What a project! Now I know why Tom Sawyer tricked his friends into painting the fence for him. If I had gullible friends I might have tried the same thing.
Anyway, I know I've posted about the fence before, but here's a brief recap. We had this old, rotten fence in our front yard, and several windstorms and blizzards (and, of course, the elderly neighbor who drove into it) brought it to its end. I was not sorry to see the original fence go, and even helped along its demise a little.





So, with the birthdays properly celebrated, we could then think about finishing the fence, which, as mentioned, my mother and aunt so kindly helped us with the following Friday. In addition to putting the second coat of stain on the fence that day, we were also very productive with the garden. The front gardens were basically all weeds. Notice in this photo how green and overgrown everything was in the front near the fence:


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