I got a big fat zero done insofar as painting yesterday. After Ben’s warning, “dontcha get on that tall ladder when you’re by yourself,” I talked to my favorite brother. He reminded me that his friend fell from a ladder almost 2-years ago and is still walking with a cane. 😬
Instead, I stained trim boards.
Rather than climb up that ladder, I sat on the floor and stained trim. That out of the way… I’m headed to the ladder today. Heat rises and it’s cold on floor level. I’ve punched every single button on every single split unit remote and I simply can’t figure this shit out.
Am I destined to live in a house that’s 68° inside until I’m dead?
I want my bedroom 64-66° at night, and I want 70-72° in the rest of the house. If what I have currently can’t give me that, I’ll get something that can. Yes, even if it’s a bonfire in the middle of the floor. When Ms. Pesky stays bundled up inside to keep warm, something must be done!
Although the heating here isn’t ideal, I don’t need to be reminded that I don’t see even one privacy fence. And fall is absolutely in full swing here in the ville.
Compare my view of fall in the photo above to what I could see of fall in the photo below from Seymour (taken 10/25 last year)…
Mr. Pesky calls this “God’s Country.” I agree. 🙂
TIL (Today I Learned): Giles Corey was accused of witchcraft during the Salem trials. He used a legal loophole and refused to plea, which meant he couldn’t be tried. He was then tortured to death, but still refused to plea, allowing his children to claim their inheritance.