Journal: August 4th. Windows., Chimney. Laundry and lawn.

Alone again in the country.  Well, scarcely alone.  George and his son Chris are both at work. George, continuing the installation of the new windows with warnings, while Chris has begun taking down the chimney for the fireplace in the den which was in dreadful shape. 
The other three chimneys built two hundred years ago, don't really function, but they do look like proper chimneys and the equally old fireplaces, to which they connect, despite dripping pink insulation, are basically intact.  In contrast, the fireplace in the den, known to us as "the new room" along with its chimney, though built one hundred and fifty years later, is a wet and crumbling mess.  It really had to go.  

Chimney half-removed

While Chris and George worked, I did a laundry, which successfully dried before it started raining, and even managed to do some lawn mowing.    I even re-filled the lawn mower with gas.  I didn't mow as much lawn  as much as I'd intended but was suitably hot and sweaty before stopping. Hanging clothes to dry and mowing the lawn!!! Who would have imagined any of this?