Our day yesterday started off with me going to town for paint and hubby picking up some lumber for re-framing the door between the kitchen and living room.
When we put on the addition many years ago, the first year it was just a shell with no insulation so put an "outside" door there to keep more of the heat in the part of the house we were living in. The door was put in a wall where a double window had been leaving the opening wider than the door. We filled in the gaps on each side and put some (ugly) wide molding on both sides and over the top of the door which was torn off just prior to this picture.
When we got home from town, I put a coat of poly on the covers for a storage area and wood box on our porch. They'd gotten a little beat up looking in the last fifteen years (imagine that) so we pulled them off, Papa Pea sanded them and I put a new coat of finish on them.
I thought I'd share the above fetching shot of me in my full regalia doing the polying. Feel free to use it as a screen saver. It's guaranteed to scare viruses so badly they will stay far, far away from your computer.
Then B stopped by to tell us everything she wanted us to get done before she comes to play with us all day today. (She can be so bossy some times!) I was making a very creative and elegantly gourmet-ish lunch while she visited (peanut butter and jelly because who the heck has time to cook around here these days?) so we talked her into sitting still for a couple of minutes and joining us for a sandwich.
Then hubby and I set to work washing the kitchen ceiling and walls in preparation for painting.
Here's Papa Pea doing a little patch work on holes where my pot rack used to hang.
While he was up at that level, I talked him into washing off the tops of the cabinets. Omigosh, where the heck did all that dirt, grit and grime come from? Does somebody come in at night and dump bucketfuls up there? Ish!
After we finished washing the ceiling I put up masking tape to make painting the ceiling as easy as possible. (I think doing the taping takes as long as the painting does.)
We were going to paint the ceiling last night but right after dinner, Papa Pea's good friend (or his BFF as Chicken Mama calls him) stopped over and the first thing I knew they both had cold beers in their hands. That was fine with me 'cause I was having trouble finding more oompf and was glad for a little time off. But first thing this morning (as soon as we get some fortifying breakfast in our tummies), those rollers and brushes will be splashing that paint on the ceiling.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
12 hours ago