Just Another Day...

This morning started out normal enough.  I woke up to discover that the reason Earl was still in the bedroom was because his hallway phobia had returned during the night and he was petrified to go down the hallway.  He spent the better part of an hour crying in either my bedroom or the sewing room.  I decided to use the miniature effect on my camera to see if it might shed some light one what Earl was seeing.  I can't see anything, but maybe you can.

Miniature Effect on the Hallway

After that Keegan, the kid who has been working at my house cleaning up and putting things where I tell him, came over and no one barked to alert his presence.  (Yesterday the handymen came in the yard and were in the garage.  IN THE GARAGE.  Nary an alert was made.)  Earl did manage to get down the hallway to tell Keegan hello.  I left Keegan weeding in the Little Backyard and went for my walk, where I saw the cutest quail family out for a stroll.  

Quail Family Stroll

After I came back from my walk the real work with Keegan began and I started telling him where to move shit in earnest.  We got the spare room cleaned up.  And by cleaned up I mean Keegan moved stuff either to the dumpster or the garage where the handymen will come and take it.  He put the propane tank in the truck so I could go exchange it and then he took it back out when I got back.  He put together a shelf and moved box after box where I told him.  I also swept, which turned out to be unfortunate for Earl because the broom fell over on top of him.  In the hallway.  It was already a bad hallway day and I'm afraid that the Attack of the Broom Handle put him over the edge.  He's not returned to this area of the house since.  I wore myself out telling Keegan where to move shit because after we (Keegan) finished moving crap from the spare room, we (Keegan) moved crap around in the garage.  Keegan is the best because I tell him to move stuff and then he does and then he says, "Ok, what next?"  I will be a sad girl when Keegan goes back to school in September because it is very helpful to have someone who can move shit.  I told him I probably could have done everything myself but it would have taken me six months, but I think it probably would have been eight.

Yep, it's the same room