I scraped, sanded, wire brushed the scrolly bars holding my porch and painted them black. They had ATLEAST 2 coasts of hand painted paint on them along with tons of rust. Took 1 day for each post. Mowed both yards at the end of those days. That was Friday and Saturday.
I'm purty proud here! What a difference it made!
(This is the blue chair I talk about 2 paragraphs down.)
Sunday, I installed a new kitchen faucet that I have had for 3 years, I repainted the hall. It was a dreary tan/brown/beige. Totally. Walls, baseboards, doors, ceiling. Everything. Now it is the same cheery yellow of the kitchen, which it flows into, with white trim and a white ceiling. Repainted the door frames, baseboards in the kitchen too.
I notice I forgot the paint the edge of the door.. .
From the kitchen going into the hall
I also painted the pots terra cotta orange too.
Monday, I was just going to dig up the pecan tree babies in the flower bed next to the driveway. Instead, I pull all irises, scrape the ground almost level in the front half, haul Austin Stone from the back yard and make a divider so that all flower beds are the same size, replant the irises, transplant a maple tree baby, and lay 29 bricks in the front half of the flower bed that will take a total of 180 when I am finished.
My poor friend, Arthur Ray Tus, was sure hurting when this was all said and done. Hands, findgers, feet, knees. The whole sha bam was hurtin to the point of almost tears. But I just can't stop. It has to be done.
(And might I add here, that I think the temp was hovering around 101-102 the entire weekend. I shudda sweated off about 10 pounds, but alas, my scales are stuck at. . . . you honestly didn't think I was really gonna tell you what I weigh, did ya?)
This is my only holiday that I have nothing to do all year. School year holidays are NOT holidays. Things are always trucking along. THERE ARE NO HOLIDAYS WHEN IN SCHOOL. Then on those holidays that come inbetween, like Christmas, haha getting something done there, right! Memorial day, that is a catching up on sleep day.
Keep ole Scrappers in your thoughts and prayers, we will find out on Friday if he gets to keep his eye or not. He got grass in it and rubbed the little lesion into an ulcer that won't heal. His tear duct is not working so the eye is not being kept moist unless we put drops in it every hour or so. So he is on different meds now. He now runs when he sees me. It took me 10 minutes of looking for him this morning. He has found new hiding places. . . Dogs and kids will drive you AB-SO-LUTE-LY nuts.
Next week is my quick trip to Minnesota. Ya'll go keep Michael company. He will probably love the peace and quiet but ya never know. . .He might actually miss his ole Ma!!
Hugs to ya'll!