On the move again? Not so fast.

Clover calling. We welcomed our morning full of social activities pulling us away from working on the porch. In the morning Lisa brought over her class of bright-eyed, inquisitive fourth graders from Kinard Elementary.

They were impressed with the bus, thought our beds were cushiony and our pedal power system first-rate. They asked us why we painted our hubs hot pink and we asked them, wouldn’t you paint them hot pink if you could? We received a resounding, YES! followed by what other colors they would choose and then what colors their rooms were painted.

Then we took the bus for a ride across town, approximately .65 miles away at the Rotary Club luncheon. Seth pedal powered for about a minute on the way, but he didn’t want to be sweaty for the meeting, so he stopped. We were warmly greeted by a group of business men and community leaders whom Frank, Seth’s dad, has been keeping up to speed on our travels. We talked some and held a Q & A, then gave bus tours.

Just as we thought it was time to return to scraping the porch, Frank invited us to the Clover Community Bank, where we met more Cloverians and stayed in our nice clothes for a bit longer.

But eventually we returned to the house and our other responsibilities. Dawn home-schooled Taylor for a little while, which is best to do while pre-porch work brain power is still available, Seth and Bob took a trip to the hardware store, and I hit the porch.

Frank rented scaffolding, which has made scraping paint from the high places much more comfortable, but I don’t recommend raising the platform so high that you must cock your neck even just a little bit and hunch over to get to the paint. I found myself suddenly dizzy and nauseous from standing like this for several hours today. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable until you almost pitch over the edge of the scaffolding.

And until the guys took the fans down, the ceiling fans were legitimate predators. Check out this nick on Seth’s head.

It’s on the left side to match his scar on the back right side from when he flew into a windshield after being hit by a car while riding his bike a few years back. We assessed the damage and decided that a trip to an emergency room for stitches was probably unnecessary. Frank volunteered to operate and after a nice shave, peroxide, and some butterfly closures, Seth was released.

I might as well be asleep while I’m writing this. Cooper seems warn out too, but he’s found a cozy place to curl up, right next to me.

Good night.

Jamie