drowning at 7 feet sea level
My husband found this transformative picnic table/bench on *Amazon and had to have it.
It feels more like a children’s picnic table to me, but he was so in love with it… here it is.
The thing is cute but I was hoping for something more… comfortable. 😉
*Don’t worry, no affiliate links.
If not ill or depressed I laugh… a lot. It’s my nature. But my sister in law, who is also the BFF, does not. Hardly ever, in fact. Well, unless she sees a video of someone falling. The sort of stuff that makes me cringe. Natural gigglers like myself can have a hard time with non-gigglers.
So I set out to make her laugh.
First, I sent this picture and wrote “I picked this flower for you”.
She replied: “NICE WEED”.
Not put off at all, the next day “Badger helping me clean up the patio” (it’s horrid, no? lots of work left to do if anyone wants to raise their hand?):
No reply at all. Now that’s just rude. At least say something about the dog’s overly long nails. (A personal peeve of hers)
She must be off her meds, so I ramp things up.
“I’m now farming hydroponically”
“YOU CRACK ME UP” says she.
Mission accomplished!
Romantic. Much more so than I.
He replaced the carb in the big pressure cleaner and apparently decided a love note was in order.
I love that man.
We’re smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic season, between June 1 and November 30. It’s a magical time when people up and down our nation’s coasts clear out market shelves every time the wind blows hard.
Fred is out there. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a storm. He’s just not a hurricane type storm. Winds are projected to remain low and all he’ll really accomplish is dumping tons of liquid on an already saturated state.
Earlier in the summer we experienced massive amounts of rain and for the first time in 20 years I was worried about flooding. I told my Dad at the time that I needed to dig a trench in the front, since encroaching foliage had made the area more of a bog than what it was designed to be: a runoff.
Of course I procrastinated on the trench until this morning.
…and now I’m sitting. 😉
It’s time to paint again, this time the living room, kitchen and dining area. Might take me awhile, but if I never start I’ll never finish.
The samples I’ll try: Park Avenue, Burnished Clay & Doeskin Gray. These are browns, by the way.
Have I told you how much I love little Behr sample pots? Yeah, well. We all gotta be somewhere. 😉
It freaks me out a bit when the flame on my lampe comes out the side…. and looks like a finger. I know. Still.
I figured a PVC fence would go down in a hurricane as fast as a wood one, so. Here’s one picture, as it corresponds to the one I posted previously.
Yep, it got me. Preparation for our new fence led to cleaning out weeds and… rash. But I can’t find the plant. Every year… but I can never find it. How crazy is that?
Meanwhile, I’ve got a massive canna near the front door. Think I’m hoping that it, along with the v. large green thing on the other side of the walk, it will discourage visitors. Let me tell you, Amazon drivers are not easily intimidated by foliage. Thankfully, neither are Whole Foods delivery drivers.
Yesterday we had a Publix delivery… (Of course I’m spoiled now.) Our first smoker. The bags were horrible; they smelled like they’d been sitting in a giant ashtray and someone had exhaled smoke right into them. We almost vomited. My allergies went insane and I was drugged and in bed by 7:00p.
I did contact Instacart and they “unpaired this shopper from all of your future orders.”
The fence went in yesterday, but I’ve yet to get any good pictures.
Later, gators. Must soak my arm in salt water. Oh, hell yes it’s infected! Grrr…
The Man knocked down the concrete structure yesterday – so quickly I’d no time to film him.
He is now digging out concrete slab. Didn’t need to; just having fun!
In related home news, the bugger behind us has almost completely de-nuded his yard and taken all our shade away.
AND put a dent in our fence. Sigh. Sometimes living on a postage stamp makes me a bit crazy…
…another day in paradise*.
The old, busted chain link monstrosity needed to be ripped up to make way for our new pvc fence. The ficus and areca had grown among the links for 20 years, weaving their roots so inexorably through the thing that even a chain threaded through them and hooked to my Grand Cherokee broke under the pressure of trying to extricate them. Twice.
Our tree guys (NOT our tree guys anymore, even though we’d been good customers for over 10 fecking years!) wouldn’t go near it, not wanting to damage their equipment. Really?
Enter… the Man! He of sawsall, chainsaw and whatever those other saw thingamys are. He did succeed in getting the chain link up but I’m telling you; it was dang struggle.
He assesses the situation and proceeds to dig deep into his tool box.
Things happen, albeit slowly. There is hope. Until… (you saw this coming, right?) the fence lady came by today and told him that the roots had to be removed two feet under the ground.
Enter her tree guy, who is happy to do the work… after they mark the yard for utilities. Bless his heart.
Next time, tune in for the Man knocking down a concrete structure to make way for the new fence. That will occur this coming weekend and I’m thinking of filming part of it.
Everything done, the fence will go in next week! At my age I’m not holding my breath. Whenever is good enough for me, just get it right. Right?
*I am drowning in sarcasm today. Help me.
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