Perfect weather.

No really.  Not for some things, I’ll admit.   But it seems to work for me.

Just the same,  I thought I had better have a go at the lawn yesterday,  with the naive hope that maybe it’ll be the last time for the season? 

A feller can only hope. 

I’m not running the machine dry anytime soon though.  Last year I had to cut the grass just before Christmas.  It was just too warm all through November and into December.   Of course,  I didn’t actually have a lawnmower,  so I had to borrow one.    The whole episode kind of sucked.    The borrowing.  The cutting.  That kind of thing.

 

Ironically, that’s probably the best it’s looked all year.  I don’t do “lawn watering”.  Gotta pay for water.  I’ve never had the grass actually expire as a result of not watering it.  It makes no sense.  And watering it really weakens your grass,  by the way.

 

Then, two days after Christmas,  we had to shovel the driveway. 

We’re so blessed.

 

OK OK,  we haven’t had any tornados or hurricanes, so I probably should shut up.

 

I thought I’d do a little more sprucing up of the front of the house.

Someone asked me the other day if I wasn’t a little cold working up there?   I mean, it’s not summertime anymore.

Well,  therein lies the problem of working up there in the “summertime”.  It’s just too bloody hot.  I’ve tried it.  It ain’t fun.

 

Even though it’s only 8°C,  I was starting to get a little warm.  But that’s just me.  Had to take me hat off.

 

There’s really so much more work that needs to take place up there,  it’s not even funny.  HOWEVER,  by at least putting in some new boards,  it does mitigate the weather beaten look.

And really,  I didn’t even have to buy anything up to this point.  I already had the cedar squirreled away in the shed,  along with a couple extra gallons of Sikkens “Cetol 23 Plus”.   

It’s what I would call, “the good stuff”,  which is also reflected in the price.

I had also forgot just how smelly it is.  Yikes. 

No “low VOCs” with that stuff. No sir! 

Thankfully it was mild enough yesterday that I could open up the doors,  or I might have passed out.

Travelling Companion reminded me of the time (this was a *few* years ago) when she was in the shed brushing the stuff on some fence boards,  and the cat just happened to be in there with her. 

It seems the fumes tend to migrate down to the floor?   Poor bugger was staggering all over the place.  We put him in the house.  He never was the brightest of the bunch, so I don’t think the fumes made him any dumber than he already was.  

Well,  there was no noticeable difference, let’s just say?

He was supposed to be an indoor cat,  and he was.  Once in a while though he’d bolt for the door,  OR he’d yowl so much I’d take him out and shove him in the shed.  There were many things to investigate in the shed.  I think that’s how he ended up in there with T.C.  I must have got tired of him howling at the window.  

I kept threatening to just “let him go” anytime he got out,  but that motion would get voted down,  so we’d have to muster a search party and scour the neighbourhood. 

“But, he could get run over”,  was at least one of the supplications that I’d have to endure.   Needless to say,  I had to keep my opinions to myself on the matter.  Mostly. 

And yes,  I suppose that would have been *bad*,  but I’m pretty sure I could have weathered that little emotional upheaval. 

And in the end?   He’s buried over here in the yard,  not far from the shed.  Now he’s finally an outdoor cat.   Who knew?

 

 

Well now,  I’ll try and keep you all abreast of the many, many interesting things going on here at the Ponderosa. 

Lemme see. 

What’s going on this weekend?   *thinks*  Um…nothing.   Not a damned thing.   And you know what?  That’s OK.

So,  enjoy your weekend.  I know I will.

 

And….keep your stick on the ice.

 

Thanks for stopping in.

 

 

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