It is amazing what we can get into here on Stauffer Avenue. It may start by capturing a dust bunny here and there . . . oh, there’s one there and so it starts.
We were able to have a hand railing installed going down into our basement. The railing looks quite nice, stained with several coats of polyurethane. Too bad the eye does not stay there. The concrete blocks on either side of the steps had a coat of paint . . about twenty years ago.
All I had to do was mention the pail of paint in the storage room and Dennis was shaking his heart out to do his part of the prep. The project was meant to be. By the time I got to the basement, the pail was open, an appropriate brush was near, and Dennis had that “You can do it, Grammie” expression. I can, and I did. After I was through, Dennis checked the brass hardware that holds the railing up. No paint noted.
There is just something about spring that invariably makes my eyes keen to all that needs local effort.