I didn't stack our wood so artistically, I just love this picture and admire the creativity!
Monday seemed like a day of last chances. The weather was divine, reaching 13 plus. I figured I’d better get to the yard chores or else I’d be out in the freezing wind, perhaps fighting the driving snow to get it all done.
I’m a fair weather gal. I’ll do anything as long as it’s not too hot or too cold. I complain too much in extremes and no one wants me around when I’m sweating or chilled. Apparently I whine like the bagpipes warming up, and if that's the case, I can’t blame those who shun me. A long time ago, the stork dropped me too far north and now this is my lot, I must accept the things I cannot not change. I think I’m getting better with age, perhaps I’m more numb than old, but as it stands, I’m only satisfied a handful of days of the year and the rest remain a sore subject.
Monday I was as happy as a pig in poo. The weather was perfect for working outside. Not cool enough for layers, not warm enough for shedding and Hubby and I washed the garage doors and window frames with bleach to kill the black mold covering the surface. I'm not sure why it picks on our garage, but it grows quickly and covers fast. When it rains the black fungus is magnified under the water droplets and looks like heck. Early Monday morning, the dew clung to the building softening the staining so it was easy to clean it off with a brush and the bleach killed the rest. Now the building gleams and shows the brilliant white paint that had been hidden underneath.
It is never recommended to paint below 10 degrees so Monday might have been the last chance to top coat the house window sill I primed last week. So I played hooky to do various odd jobs and planned to go into work later in the afternoon but job after job stole the hours and then the firewood beckoned so we started stacking that. By the time we took a break it was almost 4:00 pm, time to stop and hunt for a Christmas tree. The Main Street Hooker’s annual pot luck is the 16th of December so I need to decorate a bit earlier this year and I want to be ahead of the game to avoid last minute pressure. I love our pot lucks. Such interesting and diverse meals on the night of and then heavenly leftovers for a week! It’s certainly smart having it at my house, hubby will agree!!
I’m a fair weather gal. I’ll do anything as long as it’s not too hot or too cold. I complain too much in extremes and no one wants me around when I’m sweating or chilled. Apparently I whine like the bagpipes warming up, and if that's the case, I can’t blame those who shun me. A long time ago, the stork dropped me too far north and now this is my lot, I must accept the things I cannot not change. I think I’m getting better with age, perhaps I’m more numb than old, but as it stands, I’m only satisfied a handful of days of the year and the rest remain a sore subject.
Monday I was as happy as a pig in poo. The weather was perfect for working outside. Not cool enough for layers, not warm enough for shedding and Hubby and I washed the garage doors and window frames with bleach to kill the black mold covering the surface. I'm not sure why it picks on our garage, but it grows quickly and covers fast. When it rains the black fungus is magnified under the water droplets and looks like heck. Early Monday morning, the dew clung to the building softening the staining so it was easy to clean it off with a brush and the bleach killed the rest. Now the building gleams and shows the brilliant white paint that had been hidden underneath.
It is never recommended to paint below 10 degrees so Monday might have been the last chance to top coat the house window sill I primed last week. So I played hooky to do various odd jobs and planned to go into work later in the afternoon but job after job stole the hours and then the firewood beckoned so we started stacking that. By the time we took a break it was almost 4:00 pm, time to stop and hunt for a Christmas tree. The Main Street Hooker’s annual pot luck is the 16th of December so I need to decorate a bit earlier this year and I want to be ahead of the game to avoid last minute pressure. I love our pot lucks. Such interesting and diverse meals on the night of and then heavenly leftovers for a week! It’s certainly smart having it at my house, hubby will agree!!
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