Short on Words
When weariness sets in, the words get short. How could I not take advantage of this wonderful day and be outside. Yes, I was outside with my ice cream pail of Behr paint. As breezy as it was, I still needed Dennis to give me a spray for gnats as I twirled around.
There are no words for me to explain how happy it makes me to do things for myself and for us. These short jaunts of painting are perfect. Not hours on end, nothing too physical . . . just seeing some accomplishment in taking care of our home. Dennis is right there making sure I have a glass of water at elbow length.
We got done what was on the planner for the day . . . that being the west side of the patio porch. Figuring in slider doors plus an access door, there isn’t that much real estate to cover. The perfect amount for us two. I wanted to clean out my ice cream pail of paint and as I sat on the patio looking at the north side of the garage, I must admit our garage is fragile. Due to building permit requirements, we could never build a new garage as the set-back rules would not allow the three feet that we now have between the garage and the alley.
I put Kevin’s advice in action. As the octagon window in the bathroom has some challenges in the exterior framework, the advice was . . . keep the frame filled with latex paint. It has worked over the years. I decided to do the same with some of the siding boards on the north side of the garage . . . I filled the missing areas of some of the boards with paint. You betcha! In several days time if and when I paint that wall and the paint has hopefully dried, I will give those boards the same loving care as the rest of the wall. Replacing one rotten area would only lead to taking the entire wall of siding off. Nope. Not going to do that. In several years, if the garage is still standing, we will put steel on it.
This next week is deemed to be humid and hot. I may or may not continue with painting. What I did do was put a rhubarb cake in the oven. It is one of Mom’s recipes. The pasta hotdish that Dennis put together while I was painting will be heating up the oven and it will be doing double duty. As Dennis has remarked so often, “We never go hungry here on Stauffer Avenue.”