A Day Fit for A King & Queen

It started out as a damp wet morning.  It didn’t surprise me when Dennis came in from the patio porch and headed for his recliner.  It did feel like a blah day.

For my part I was on a mission.  I had bought a new shower liner some time back.  Today was the day to get Mr.Clean out as I wanted to make sure all soap scum was out of the tub.  Can’t put up a new shower curtain if the tub doesn’t spit and shine.  The fiberglass tub can always use a good going over.  I can understand the fiberglass being used to the degree that it is, but . . . nothing beats the old cast iron tub with the enamel finish, as long as it is intended to stay in one spot forever.  

The surround of our tub has always had a glass-like finish.  When Kevin installed it years ago, I got the message loud and clear.  Water spots are not desirable.  We have done a great job.  No water spots.  It only takes a minute after each use and it is a lot easier to do it often rather than a entire day’s worth of waging war on the drops.  The actual tub itself has a finish that has become a bit yellow over the decades.  Clean as you might, it is what it is.  Today as Mr. Clean and I were done,  I asked Dennis for some of his car wax.  I can tell you that now the fiberglass shines like the best enamel that ever lined a cast iron tub.

Long about three this afternoon, the sun came out.  Dennis checked and when he saw I had conquered wiping off all the car wax from the tub and I had caught my breath, he started hemming and hawing around. Cutting to the chase he wanted to know if I would buy into helping to mow the acre.  Why not!  I felt grubby and sweaty, what was a few more events for the day.

This was the third time we have mowed and in these last seven days, it was the heaviest cutting yet.  The push mower did a half swat in several places.  To Dennis’ credit, the acre needed it.  All is good and when we see our accomplishments, it takes away all the weariness.  After all, it is Saturday.  Saturday’s have always been the day of the week when the head goes down and you don’t come up for air until the chore is done.  Had we left the mowing until Monday we would have had to have someone with a baler come in.

More traffic is abound.  People are tired of being cooped up.  Have a safe weekend.