Mr. Incredible (aka "the hubs") arises every weekday morning @ 5 a.m. to walk me. He's so not a morning person; so this is a manifestation of his sweet love, and desire to keep me & my back healthy.
A major benefit of rising & walking at this early hour is that on loose-trash-pick-up week, I hit the jackpot neighborhood piles before anyone else sees them. (Sometimes this shortens our walk so Keith can take his truck over to pick up a particularly heavy object...)
Last month I spotted this on the neighbor's pile:
When he got it home, it looked worse than I'd thought.
A quick trip to Home Depot netted me some trim pieces & some "oops" paint.
Not really happy about the way the keys did not go back in...
And I need to work on my use of black glaze.
Here it is on the dust catcher shelf in the living room.
Looks like this from the dining table:
Oh, you noticed my big blank wall?
Well, I've got plans... someday... when I've got extra cash...
(It's a quote from Martin Luther regarding music.)