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November came and went. The ginko down the street went mustard yellow, the maples had a band year of blood red leaves. Even the oaks seemed brighter than usual. I watched all this between cleaning the house for showings, knocking off little items on the bus todo list and inadvertently teaching my son how to cook.
The bus has a couch now, complete with convertible bunk bed. Okay, I still need to order the foam for the couch cushion and get the whole setup recovered, but I finally have a place to sleep at least. I've also finished up the kitchen, installed an entirely new propane system and slowly, meticulously sanded down the dash in preparation for a fresh coat of paint (or possible Gel coat, still undecided).
My daughters have been helping cook since they were around two. However, because they spend so much time in their own world, they don't always want to help cook. Elliott on the other hand is sometime excluded from the world of his sisters and therefore spends more time in the kitchen then they do. In fact, just this morning he cooked our sausage for us. I put it in the pan and broke it up, but he did the rest and told me when it was done.,
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