The best part of waking up – This has become my happy spot. It’s my therapy and in the hot weather, my cool spot. I can walk there easily and it’s never crowded. Most of the time, I’m alone. I always wanted to live with a stream in my backyard. This isn’t exactly my back yard but I’ll take it!
And blip it was summer! – We’ve hit 90 degrees (32 C) after spending a spring of below average temperatures. Seriously Mother Nature?
Ah yes decks – Now I remember why I’m not a fan of decks. They are heat sinks. We have a tree that shades a small corner but for the most part it’s uncovered and gets stinking hot fast. The heat from the deck comes up through your shoes. Yeow! Revisit deck options is on my list for next year. It needs a roof.
The psychology of painting – Maybe this only applies to me but it happens every time. I spent considerable time choosing paint colors. I get sample cans and paint foam board and place them around the room. I check the color in different lights. My current dysfunctional tan has a rosy tone and around 2 in the afternoon it looks like flesh with a slight sunburn. The new shade doesn’t have a pink tone. When I paint, I question my choice (and my sanity) all during the painting process. Wet paint is a different color from dry paint. Splotchy paint (dry in some areas and wet in others) also does not have a good look. I spend time lamenting on my terrible choice. The next morning I wake up and it’s gorgeous. All the splotches are completely dry and it finally looks like the sample. It’s nerve wracking and I know it happens, yet I go through the gnashing of teeth every time.
It made no sense – Friday I got an email from a friend. He either dictated it to his phone or spellcheck was involved. I didn’t understand it. He is “swaggering” this weekend. I suspect he is camping but I’m not sure.
So how was your week?