The Handyman of Oz

Steve has been surprising me as of late.  We've been married for 13 years and lately he's done a lot of things that I didn't anticipate with our history.  The first being he has gotten interested in cooking.  He bakes Russian bread and loves trying new things on the grill.  Most everything has been really good!  Part of me wonders if it because I have lost complete interest in this area.  The servitude of making meals has really worn on me as of late and I'm in a bit of a rut.  Regardless of how or why this new interest has sprung up, I'm very grateful for it.

Another thing that Steve has done lately is become quite the handyman.  We have an old house and there are things that will go wrong as a result.  But Steve has proven very adept at fixing them.  One night on the coldest day of winter, our furnace went out.  The repairman could not make it over quickly and so Steve proceeded to spend the night and day fixing it.  He's fixed old sprinkler systems that were never removed and were leaking water near the house.  He's fixed our current sprinkler system.  He's fixed car issues.  The list goes on.  The most recent being our deck.  Some of it seemed to have sunk causing a rift that made a lot of people trip when they came over.  You'd like to think it would have been a simple fix, but nothing in this house ever is.  And yet, Steve fixed it.  It's a good thing I've been laying off the cooking so he could wiggle under there.  It looked like a scene out of Wizard of Oz.

And not entirely related, here are some quick family pictures we took.  Sunday selfies if you will.  The quality was off, but hey, we're all there and kind of smiling.