Ahh, September, and a better attitude!
The kids call me Mrs. Winchester because of my “punch list”. I can hire the work done or live comfortably in retirement. So this month I have been hanging insulation in the attic, framing in part of it, and finishing with drywall. I need to have the painting and carpet done by the end of the month.
I’ve put the screws to my independent daughter to move back in with me. I have all this space to myself and not even a cat shares it with me now. I want to be able to travel when I retire and having the kids there will give me freedom. My house has two bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs with the master on the first floor. That gives them a certain degree of privacy and the bonus room in the attic will give them even more space to spread out and two external entrances once the deck is rebuilt. Plus, there is the added security of having a large 6′ something man hanging around brings as well as fewer hours the house is unoccupied. They will bring with them two hefty attack cats.
The original deck was causing a major water problem and mold so it had to come down. I hope to have it rebuilt by the end of October but the City is a bit slow on the permitting process. It will provide even more privacy and a nice relaxation space overlook the backyard.
I’m a bit frustrated because I can measure, cut and place the boards, but I can’t seem to seat those screws and I have to ask a manly man to come finish them off for me. So much for equality of the sexes, we are equal, just not the same. Sigh! At least this way the work progresses and I don’t have to wait for someone to donate their free time. Mr. T or my friend Dahve are happy to finish off those screws since it doesn’t take much time. Dahve is always ready to give me building advice. He dropped by this week because I was two inches off and didn’t see how to solve the problem. He had a quick answer that provided a nice finished look. There is no substitute for experience!
The chickens are doing fine, enjoying the seeds from the spent cardone. I didn’t get to cook and eat much this year because of my schedule so I let it go to seed. The vocal birds encouraged this. My feathered friends come when I get close to the plants and bock at me to pull the fluffy tufts to get the seeds. They push each other out of the way to compete for treats. I’m constantly amazed by these dinosaur relics. Their fantastic eyesight is demonstrated as they zone in on the little seeds and pluck them with 100% accuracy out of my hand, never hitting my hand once! Chicken T.V. is still the best show around.
Tessa Bertoldi 