Labor Day the 4th
It is twelve noon.
Lots of excitement as the last of summer festivities. I am sure Godahl days are going fast and furious. Several of our fire trucks made the five mile trip to be on hand.
Dennis and I are enjoying the full afternoon of this day in peace and quiet. We finished the deck staining just as the heat hit us. It truly is a Labor Day finish. After I had the railings done and a second coat on the deck boards, I handed off the pail of stain to Dennis, so he could go around the outside and hit areas that needed a touch up. Dennis said he had some black in a spray can to do the anchor posts that are in the ground.
The last day of this project and I got myself a splatter of stain, right into my hair. Grr! That brought to mind the Mother’s day of years ago, when I went to see Kevin and Kersten. They were in the midst of staining their privacy fence. Kersten’s hair had gotten the brunt of quite a bit of stain of spray back. Her beautiful head of red-toned hair was now enjoying highlights of a brunet.
For the two of us on Stauffer Avenue this was a wonderful job to have gotten done. Oh . . . the car honking by passer’s by helped not one bit. The pail still has about an inch left in it and the brush has been cleaned as Dennis is determined to make another check tomorrow of anything missed.
Me . . . not so much. Someone a while ago sent me a text after having painted my bedroom as to where I got my energy. As of today, it has been checked into our local Motel 8. My body . . . all parts are needing some time off.
My cherry red chair is due to have some reading, stitching and traffic watching.
Last night I came up with French toast for supper. For today’s supper . . . I’ve got nothing.
Be sure to take care of each other as summer has got one more kick in the pants left. Oh! That’s not summer . . . my butt cheeks are complaining.