Monday, May 4, 2015

A beautiful day!

After prolonged rain and overcast, chilly days we are having a small run of beautiful weather. I have tomorrow off  and I am hoping it holds so I can be home to enjoy at least one of them.

Last week I finally got the monster on the boat. I promised pictures of what I had on the shop table.


It was a 10' x 10' bimini top. 

This whole boat needs work. Next I will be working on the rear mooring cover, upholstery of the seats and finally, side enclosures. This project is like adopting a child. It feels like a long term investment of my time and physical resources. 

It was so pretty outside this morning I grabbed my first cup of coffee and wandered into the back yard. The next thing I knew I had climbed the fence and holding on tight to the fence wire and posts, I was leaning over the steep embankment below our cabin, pulling weeds. I was tugging on a particularly stubborn clump of something and something ELSE slithered away. Without loosing my grip I squeaked "Hay-ya!" and jumped sideways. Then I saw the little guy. A grass snake was looking at me, totally unimpressed with my karate kid moves. 

I decided to climb back over the fence and get dressed so I did't look so silly. After all, I don't see any of my neighbors gardening in their PJ's. No, wait! I don't have any neighbors.

After breakfast I went downstairs to straighten up in the shop. I was cleaning off a shelf and spotted what I thought was one of our dog Tom-Tom's squeaky toys. When he tears them up I often sew them back together a few times before I give up on them. 

 I grabbed it and yelled "Hay-ya and threw it. Fortunately no-one was around to see me hurl a dead mouse in a trap halfway across the shop. It landed conveniently near the front door. All I had to do was pick it up and carry it outside to open the trap to dump it in the bushes. At least he might become a meal for some critter. Karate Kid part 2. 

I don't know how many episodes to expect today but now it time to get ready for work.

Have a blessed day.

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