Team Bridget

Not one, not two, but THREE truckloads of "stuff" went to the transfer station (isn't that a wonderful term) out at Five Points. Bridget was tireless, as was Ed, who worked the whole afternoon yesterday. Even those heavy metal bed springs in the attic, gone!

Nicki was good enough to arrive on her birthday, and Bridget did the cake. Notice the bottles on the counter, found by Bridget when she cleaned the lower kitchen cupboards--the black holes of 413, where tupperware multiplied in the dark.

One thing we didn't do, was touch the rhododendrons. Measure them, yes. Bridget must be 5 feet 4 inches.

Just multiply her by 2 and you're close.