A Saturday!
It’s been a day when our plans have worked out to the letter. We were at it by eight this morning. When the forecast has high temperatures coming around the corner, we needed to move. Yup . . . it’s still about the “the paint.” A quart of black was on hand for the trim work. Nothing says satisfaction than seeing the trim paint go on. Yup . . . it’s fussy work and by gum, I can still do it. The cross buck doors of the potting shed got lots of the white paint poked into the joints and cracks. Just a few more years for these plywood doors would suit us just fine. Dennis had the east side of the potting shed prepped for white paint and I headed that direction after I put the black paint brush wrapped in foil, just in case I would see something after the paint had dried on the trim that would need a bit more paint. Dennis brought out my neck brace and straw hat, as there was a lot of sun. By one thirty I was ready to close all paint cans and sit on the patio for a break. The first thing I did was take my shoes off as my feet felt hot.
We had been on the patio for just a few minutes when my cell phone rang. My cousin from the Hinkley area was up the street at the gas station. Mark and his partner were heading to Jackson on his Honda trike, pulling a fold down camper, for the weekend and pulled in for a quick visit. What a great surprise. The breeze on the patio was great for catching up. By four they were on their way as they still needed to get to the camp site, make connections with friends for the remainder of the weekend. What a great feeling that they would share their trip with us.
I had plunged the paint brushes in a tub of water when Mark’s had pulled up and it was time to pay the piper. Those brushes have a bit more service in them. I won’t speak as to when they will be used again. Stauffer Avenue may need a day off and there is no painting that will be done when the bright sun allows for a 90 degree day.
Tonight Dennis and I are on our own for supper. I have yet to catch my breath from the morning than dribbled into the afternoon. Not to worry, neither of us will go hungry.
Days such as Dennis and I have had this entire week are priceless. Getting local effort done for our beloved home . . . can’t beat it.