The big orange...

No, I'm not talking about Syracuse University ( we won't think about this year's basketball season). It turns out Stephanie, the woman in the photo and our new homeowner, has wanted an orange front door ever since she was a kid. She actually picked out the color for the door first, then picked that nice teal color we painted the house to go with it. The final coat on the door was still drying when we left work today so we/you will have to wait until Tuesday for us to admire, that is if I can get a camera that works. I seem to have killed John's as well.

John was stretching and moaning this morning (he did this in his 60's too) in ear shoot of someone other than me. She told him "You're just experiencing withdrawal pains. Leaving your 60's is harder for some than others." 

 We did have a show of hands this morning. When John turned 70 it meant the over 70 volunteers are now in the majority. Is that good?