Yesterday my mom flew in from Indianapolis to make her mark on Mercy Street. And she succeeded! After a visit to my school and lunch at the Korean Grill, we painted the laundry room. Our laundry room is basically a dungeon--gray cement walls, no ceiling, no floor. I thought a fresh coat of paint would at least freshen it up a little.
After that, we did some smaller jobs, like continuing to pull staples out of the stairs and clean the air conditioners. My mom gracefully sacrificed her new toothbrush for the good of the effort.
Finally, Barbara brought dinner over and we tucked in: antipasta salad, bread, cherries, and ibuprofen.