Aidan's wardrobe is done! Doors and all. What a beast the parts were for Wendy and John to get up the stairs the day it came home from IKEA. The efforts of it all have made me very cautious about what I add to my room. Boxes with DIY put-togethers make me shudder now.

The Subaru got its first, 3000 mile oil change approximately 2780 miles from where I bought it.  The mechanic says the usb port works fine, but you have to have the radio on auxiliary. The iPhone is synced with the car phone system, but the phone GPS is not behaving as it did before.  Or, maybe it is. Hmmm. I have two grandsons who have the answers, I believe.

Keoni has transformed his room of boxes into a semblance of order; I could even say it looks good in there, but I might have lowered expectations looking at the general chaos of moving boxes and the struggles to extract harmony from the sweaty efforts each day in one part of the house or another.

Yes, it is, indeed, humid. Still, the temp is not enough to need much more than a fan here and there. Often there are breezes outside that bring a sweet relief. The back, screened porch is a mecca for all of us at times throughout the day.

Toby will be the porch cat, I think. I will find him the sort of cat tree he needs to keep him from doing his claws on porch furniture. And, I'll see he has a snug corner for the cold months. Attempts to introduce him to the elderly Charlene and Bonnie have failed miserably. Karma kitty pays no attention to him. The Petsmart had the cat tree I wanted but I refuse to buy it at full retail pricing. What are they thinking?

Time to close for the day. No new pictures this time, but maybe more tomorrow when Aidan is out of solitary (his bedroom). He committed a transgression that banished him for the evening.