It's Wednesday early evening and I'm waiting for hubby to come home to drive me to the shop for tonight’s hook-in. I thought I should be hooking while I wait but Larry The Cleaning Guy just left and the house is pristine, I hate to mess it up so quickly with wool bits and lint all over the place. I need to enjoy the clean as long as I can before it’s sucked into the vortex of everyday living and spit out dirty.
I’m waiting for cookies to cool to take to the shop for tonight. Mud Cookies, the no bake fudge ones. The only problem is leaving them alone; keeping them from falling into my mouth by hands that have a mind of their own.
At times, not having TV makes me fidget. What does one do when the house is spotless and there’s time to kill? I could pull a few handfuls of weeds but at this point it’s too little too late. Besides, the humidity is back so outside isn’t an option; I don’t want to look like a wrung out dishcloth for the hook-in. So I figured I'd sit and plunk down some random thoughts.
Thanks for the comments on my cockpit table finish. That’s 8 coats of varnish baby. Twelve would have produced a mirror like surface but those extra couple of coats will have to wait for next year. At some point I had to step away from the workbench and put the paint brush down. That table was slow to varnish because I could only do one side at a time so that was actually 16 applications in total, eight on each side with drying time in between that could take up to three days depending on the moisture in the air. Hubby was beginning to wonder if I enjoyed the work more than the play and the jury is still out on that. I like mindless jobs that pay fabulous dividends. That shine is like money in the bank and every time I look at the table I feel rich. I must admit the garage feels empty without a project but in a month and a half, the boat will be pulled from the water and I’ll have all the floor boards to sand and redo.
Today I am giving thanks for our many blessings; truly grateful for our wonderful life. Sure, hubby’s been without work for a year this September, our roof is to the point where it might start leaking so there are things to be negative about, but we have each other, are happy and relatively healthy. Recently, we have had bad news from several friends that have been diagnosed with various cancers. Life can be unfair; as fragile as as butterflies. We have to appreciate the good in every day, see the beauty in ourselves and the world around us and be thankful for our many blessings because everything can change in the flutter of a wing.
I’m waiting for cookies to cool to take to the shop for tonight. Mud Cookies, the no bake fudge ones. The only problem is leaving them alone; keeping them from falling into my mouth by hands that have a mind of their own.
At times, not having TV makes me fidget. What does one do when the house is spotless and there’s time to kill? I could pull a few handfuls of weeds but at this point it’s too little too late. Besides, the humidity is back so outside isn’t an option; I don’t want to look like a wrung out dishcloth for the hook-in. So I figured I'd sit and plunk down some random thoughts.
Thanks for the comments on my cockpit table finish. That’s 8 coats of varnish baby. Twelve would have produced a mirror like surface but those extra couple of coats will have to wait for next year. At some point I had to step away from the workbench and put the paint brush down. That table was slow to varnish because I could only do one side at a time so that was actually 16 applications in total, eight on each side with drying time in between that could take up to three days depending on the moisture in the air. Hubby was beginning to wonder if I enjoyed the work more than the play and the jury is still out on that. I like mindless jobs that pay fabulous dividends. That shine is like money in the bank and every time I look at the table I feel rich. I must admit the garage feels empty without a project but in a month and a half, the boat will be pulled from the water and I’ll have all the floor boards to sand and redo.
Today I am giving thanks for our many blessings; truly grateful for our wonderful life. Sure, hubby’s been without work for a year this September, our roof is to the point where it might start leaking so there are things to be negative about, but we have each other, are happy and relatively healthy. Recently, we have had bad news from several friends that have been diagnosed with various cancers. Life can be unfair; as fragile as as butterflies. We have to appreciate the good in every day, see the beauty in ourselves and the world around us and be thankful for our many blessings because everything can change in the flutter of a wing.
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