Missed It
I missed Dennis’ return from the Black Hills by two hours. I had guessed at four in the afternoon and the little red pickup pulled up on the drive at two.
The trip was uneventful in regard to safety. Susie had taken her husband’s ashes as well. Tim and Jeff soared over the badlands to their final resting spots wherever the winds may have taken them.
My morning was very successful. By 10:00 I had the remainder of the flat deck boards done. In years past, a fellow by the name of whiskers helped us out by skimming the back entry walls and ceiling to make the patched together coverings look wonderful. His real name was Jim Anderson. By nine in the mornings he would be taking a hit from the flask in his back pocket. When he was done with his handywork, the painting was up to me. “Put it on like somebody else is paying for it.”
It was good advice then as well as the staining job that I was doing on the front deck. The worst of the job is over. I can’t use a paint brush by sitting down. I need the extension of the full arm to handle the two inch brush. I cannot keep my wrist brace on as the hand needs to be able to flex. From here on it is the steps next. I will finish by standing on the grass to coat the ends of the floor bords and that which stick out from under the railing spokes. Tidy, tidy. The can suggests two coats. That may well happen . . . sometime yet this fall.
Yup, we are back to normal here on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis just dropped his cane while a Lemon Head got away from him. Carrie got Dennis hooked on the sour candies to help with saliva. A dry mouth from meds is not uncommon.
Tomorrow is at my beck and call. My two inch brush got washed out immediately and it will be ready to put into service in the morning hours.
With that I will take my leave. ♥