Getting there

That's the thing about our party. Every spring (so far, at least) there's been a tremendous push to get one project or another done pre-party (first year the cleaning, last year the shed moved, this year the patio), but then once it's over, the whole rest of the summer is there spooled out ahead of us. We don't have any grand ambitious plans for this summer, which is nice, but there are a few things-- a few roof leaks, a considerable quantity of porch-sag, and a few wobbly foundation stones-- that need to be addressed. Those will be weekend jobs to tag-team, but during weekdays I've been trying to devote myself at least partly to the house exterior. The above picture was taken May 31st. 

I worked hours bubbling the old paint off those spindles with a heat gun. Then, scraping. Then, I primed. Now it's ready for colors.

Please don't mind the flamingos. I don't know if it's a national thing, but our chapter of Students Against Drunk Driving sends pink flamingos to peoples' lawns, then you have to pay "ransom" (donate) to get them removed. And if you donate, you get to name the next "victim," which is just so much fun. Pretty clever.

Anyway, this morning the sun is (blessedly) shining, for a change, and I'm going to get out there just as soon as I send this off. Oh, and finish my tea. And shake some more sleep out of my head. This is the time of year I have a really hard time getting enough sleep-- I can't fall asleep until nearly midnight, and can't stay asleep much past sunrise. 

Good thing the world outside is so dang beautiful. Oh, June.

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