I start my mornings with coffee in front of a computer. I review my calendar for the day’s schedule, check email, read news headlines and take a quick scroll through Facebook. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember how mornings started for my parents or grandparents.
Was I still asleep when their days began?
I could blame it on being a youngster allowed to sleep until after their days were rolling, but that can’t be the case in all accounts. Ben and I lived with Nanny when my first house was being built. I was an adult. I know she had morning activities. I wonder what they were…
Although I don’t remember how my parents/grandparents started their days, I do remember everyone being busy. Today’s times aren’t different in that regard — there’s always something that needs attention. My “needs to be done” list is huge. I’ve been back in the ville for over 6-weeks and I have boxes not yet unpacked. Heck, I still have stuff in Mr. Pesky’s garage that I have to get.
Today I’m focusing on floors…
The downstairs part of the barndo has acid stained concrete floors… and that stain was either put on poorly or wasn’t cared for properly. Ben and Jerilyn think the look is great… Perry doesn’t notice what he walks on… but flaking stain on floors makes me crazy.
I know… I know… I should’ve painted the walls before working on the floors but I couldn’t stand it any longer. Although I may opt for different flooring at a later time, I went to war with a squirt bottle of acid stain in an attempt to improve what’s already there. I’ll be finishing up today.
It’s not perfect by any stretch of the imagination — it’s just patched up enough that it doesn’t look as dirty to me. Next comes paint — and that’s when the transformation begins.
Because the floors are such a warm color, I’m thinking I should go with cooler hues on the walls. Still no definite decision on that yet, but paint in the kitchen and dining room is next week’s project.
Farmers gotta’ farm.
I was excited when I saw the combine in field to the west of the barndo yesterday. Sadly, after two swipes the rain started and the farmer disappeared. It stands to reason that field will be next in line for harvest once weather permits.
I never thought I’d ever be glad to see dust fly from a field again. But I am! It’s great to be back home in the ville — even with crappy floors.
TIL (Today I Learned): Traffic roundabouts, compared to intersections with stop signs or signals, have 37% fewer overall collisions, 75% fewer injury collisions, and 90% fewer fatal collisions.