This summer has been so different. Well, having only half a house has been the main change. And we have to do our laundry at a friend's house, or face the dreaded laundra-mat. I get up in the morning, take a shower, feed the dog and then go outside. There on the porch the cat is waiting for his breakfast. I walk around the house, down the driveway, picking up the paper first, and through the gate into the backyard. I get a can of cat food and a spoon, then walk back to the front of the house so I can feed Rudy on the front porch. Lola the dog observes the ritual, politely waiting for me to profer the used spoon for her (hotly desired) taste of CAT FOOD. She trots after me, following the spoon, to the backyard again, where I toss the spoon into the bin we use for storing dirty dishes.
Then I start the coffee. Funny, before the remodel, I didn't make coffee every day. Something about having breakfast outside in the patio makes me feel like we're camping, and so of course, you want your coffee! If there were a lot of dishes in the bin, then I pick it up and take it around to the back of the patio, where we have our utility sink with a hose in it. I wash the dishes and put them in the drainer, which sits on a table by the grill and hot plate setup.
Once I have the coffee in hand, then I can start the daily crossword puzzle and scan the headlines. By this time, Barb has joined me and we have a bagel and start making a list of what we have to ask the contractor about today. Jon has become a daily part of the household - he comes in, ready to work, around 8:30 or 9am. We'll walk the dog and wait for him to come, so that we can discuss where the lightswitches will be, or what type of surfacing would help us keep our budget in line.