Back to brass tacks

I took R&B to the airport this morning. Their last two days were spent touring the north Antrim coast and the historic Derry walls, then visiting some of Belfast's wonderful pubs. They packed a lot into their week and seemed to really enjoy themselves.

I then returned to house projects. Did I mention I bought a runner online for the foyer that was advertised as 8 feet long but was actually 11 feet long? After a few false starts, I found a guy in Glengormley who would tape, cut, and bind it. Across from the carpet guy was a tile store, where I bought tile for the fireplace hearth, which is a bit of a mess. Then I went to Carpetworld and collected samples of two potential runners for the stairs. Then I went up our street to check out whether the window sill guy was indeed painting sills at the end house as he said when he cold called me (he was) then I left a message on his cell that I wanted him to do our sills (the back ones are covered with mold and lichen and the front ones are peeling). Then I met with the plantsman who was recommended by the nursery where I went plant shopping. Even though our front garden beds are pitifully small, I'm hiring the job out. This is humbling. I had 12 gardens in the states and I took landscape design classes at Morris Arboretum. I'd love to be a proper gardener but, as with many things in this world, I get overwhelmed by all the choices and give up. Which plants will do well in a small space with morning sun and provide four season interest? I have no idea, so I hired the plantsman and returned to the book I'm reading to prepare for my dissertation.
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