My house: the wreck of the hesperus

Have you ever heard that saying? It was my grandpa, I think, that used to say that… when the house was a mess. “Looks like the wreck of the Hesperus in here!” Probably said quite often about my bedroom when I was little 🙂 “The Wreck of the Hesperus,” by the way, is a Longfellow poem.

Steve was out of town again the first half of this week–another business trip. I had grand plans to get things done around the house (trading out my winter clothes for summer clothes, cleaning up Rebecca’s

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