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That Time…Again

Everyone I know can hardly wait for the warm weather of summer. The only part of it I really like is more daylight hours and seeing the pretty flowers. For me, summer is that time where. even with extra daylight, I am always behind. I have this same conversation every year. I want so much to embrace the summer and enjoy all it brings. It just doubles my work in the same amount of time. I have outside work to do as well as inside.

Sonar in his basket. He’s a permanent resident for my son and DIL

To start my summer off, my son and his wife came out early to avoid fire season. We enjoyed a cool drive to the beach for one night before coming back home to move every bit of furniture so they could replace the original molding in the common rooms of the house. Did you know they use pressed paper for window sills and molding in manufactured homes?

paper door frame, new plastic floor molding

When I had laminate flooring put in seven years ago, the molding was never put back properly. The dynamic duo made short work of a very hard project. It looks wonderful and fresh with the plastic that will hold up to cleaning so much better.

They cut new top boards for the fence as they were starting to disintegrate. Now I need to get them painted when the heat wave gives us a break. I do all my work very early in the morning before the rest of the world gets up. Heat is not my friend. They also cleaned my gutters and moss off the roof. How is that for a vacation?

After giving a great deal of thought to my age and vision, I decided to have my son take my beast home and have it looked at by his mechanic whom we both trust and decide if they want to keep it or sell it. Either way, I will probably not be doing much or any more driving. It’s not worth the risk to others on the road unless something changes at the eye doctor visit next month. This was a very hard decision with a lot of waffling back and forth. It’s like my house, I can no longer maintain it on my own. I also gave them my dresser which has always been too big for the space.

It was packed but not quite full this time. Dresser fit.

Moving that dresser was quite the feat. I suggested backing the car up to the bottom of the steps so they didn’t have to lift it so high. The dresser is oak with cedar lined drawers. Even taking the drawers out and the mirrors off, left it a challenge for the two of them. But it worked! My DIL held her breath, expecting the car to slam into the porch rails knowing they would have to help fix them. It went without a hitch. I picked up a smaller dresser at a thrift store while we were at the beach. Now I’m sanding and painting it and another old one that has needed a lift for YEARS!

It went straight across and slid right in.
A final goodbye to a trusted vehicle

One thing leads to another, doesn’t it? It’s that time of year…again.

Is summer a favorite time for you or just twice the work load?

From my heart to yours,

Marlene Herself

In Search of a Lazy Boy

I’m not talking about my son here. That boy is NOT lazy in any way, shape or form. He has worked long after I have melted into a puddle in the shower to ease my aching muscles. It’s the reason I have a hard time with summer. The outside work takes so much more muscle and energy than the inside work in the winter.

Quilting and sewing are easy in comparison to trying to replace lawn (if that’s what you call the close group of weeds). There was no way to grow a real lawn since there was no real dirt under it. Just thick oozing clay mud. All winter it was soggy and slippery as I did my careful squish, squish, squish dance to get to trash and recycling containers for weekly pickup. I layered cardboard in as many places as I had cardboard available from my move and anywhere I could find some used.

Looks kind of puny in there doesn't it? Half a yard was quick.

Looks kind of puny in there doesn’t it? Half a yard was quick.

It’s dried out a bit and that meant outside work must begin. First we rented a trailer after putting the hitch back on my car. Then we went to the landscape supply place and bought a half yard of river rock. It sure looked puny in that big trailer.

After we shoveled out the first load, back we went for two yards of bark dust. I had spread out some weed block and we shoveled even faster to get that out of the trailer. Then one more trip the next morning for a full yard of rock. Can you say ow? We (I) still have to spread all that wonderfulness. It goes a little at a time as the area is prepared. I also think there is a flaw in my plan as the entire property is slopping toward the house and rock around it. My brain hurts from trying to figure out a cheap fix.

Did you think I’ve just been running around on field trips and retreats? Well, I’ve done some of that and watched as my son put in two electrical plugs on the front porch where there were none. Now we can plug in Christmas lights and laptops to sit outside. He put up a flag holder out front and railing off the back porch so I don’t wobble off and started one up the terrace steps. Right now he is working on my car (something about steering linkage) and I pulled weeds, moved rock and spread more mulch. I have the easy work.

Tech Support being a mechanic aka Genius

Tech Support being a mechanic aka Genius

More work to do but at least something to hold onto.

More work to do but at least something to hold onto.

One post is in. Several more to go. The work never ends

One post is in. Several more to go. The work never ends

In time for Memorial day to fly his flag.

In time for Memorial day to fly his flag.

The easy work was only so easy. I was still trying to find a direct path from my shower to an available Lazy Boy. I must admit it was more of a waddle than a walk to find it. It did not disappoint.

Comfy spot at the end of the day in my reclining lazy boy

Comfy spot at the end of the day in my reclining lazy boy

Do you have a lazy boy that brings comfort at the end of a long day? How many summer projects do you have lined up?

From my heart to yours,
Marlene Herself