I arrived at Avdi’s late afternoon, past trees in blazing colors in the sinking sun, to find Jess and Eric in the middle of removing the old broken kitchen ceiling fan and installing a new one.  Easier said than done.  That old house has so many random, illogical infrastructure issues and electrical circuits, no job is routine or intuitive.  It was a long project, but they got’r done.  I could only help minimally, so I sat out of the way by candlelight, waiting to claim A’s bedroom for the night.

Just as I was finally drifting off late at night/early morning, of course a kid burst into noisy activity on one of their compulsive baking sprees.  I can’t really complain, considering the spectacular results: a perfect tiramisu, bread pudding, and almond/lime gelatin confection.  It is a perfectly reasonable time for an atypical teen to take advantage of the adult-free kitchen (and tv screen).  One adapts.  And enjoys the outcome.

Later this morning, it was wet and mild out, so I did a project of my own, turning a messy corner area into an intentional garden bed, with leaf mulch.  A work-in-progress.

Note the calendulas are still blooming in late November.  In fact, with all the mild rain, there’s still a lot of green with bright flashes of every rainbow color.