Deep breaths, and a little time and we can get it all done. You have me almost every other weekend. I think if we keep at it we could get all the clean up and painting done before summer, and then it will just be the fun things like planting!
Hey remember, I was eight months pregnant when we put that fence up.And there was more fence! If I could handle painting that thing all by my self then lol, I think it should be a breeze now. And a few margarita’s might help too!
My word it fact LOL
Harried homeowner, that’s me! And I do suspect that I could be considered one of God’s vandals. It’s a perpetual fight with weeds around here. Weeds are weeds when they grow where I don’t want them to. If I let them take over, I’d have really lush and full gardens.
Of all the projects looming, painting the fence is the one I’ll actually enjoy. Scraping and painting the deck is the one I dread. But all help is gratefully received. I don’t think the lad will be around much this summer.
Oh well, it’s almost 70 degrees out there today. Time to get out there and do something.
The flagstone area off the deck that I put down last summer is now all swept and cleaned. Looks really good. I got rid of winter debris from the deck and swept that off. Picked up twigs and branches out of the back yard and filled two trash barrels with stuff.
It already looks better. That is encouraging.
It was a beautiful day to be outside. More days like this, please!
Yes it was a nice day! I so enjoyed sitting on the deck chatting yesterday. We (I) need more of those kind of afternoons! Ugh, only in NE can it be 70 one day, and only the promise of it hitting MAYBE 50!
My thermometer says it’s only 42 degrees out. It’s going to have to hustle to make 50. After running around in a tee shirt yesterday, I’m bundled up again today and freezing my butt off. That’s spring for ya.
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My projects are indoors, and they’re ones beyond my pay grade. Failing electrical switches, faucet washers leaking and vise grips that turn the whole faucet rather than the whatsit…
Harried homeowner, I calls it.
About your projects: there used to be a comic strip called The Small Society. My dad laminated one of the Sunday ones which had the poor shmoo weeding and planting his garden and saying “to God, I’m probably a vandal.”