The summer doldrums set in on my drive back from Texas. My apologies to the reader. Will get back to regular blogging soon.
Quote for the day from Patrick Henry, one of my favorite outspoken people: "For my part, whatever anguish of the spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth - to know the worst and provide for it."
And one for inspiriation to keep going on the journey, from James J. Walker: "The blues of mental and physical wear and tear are not as devastating as the yellows of the quitter."
Monday, July 28, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Argh.
Either the garden bench hadn't aged well in the hot Texas summers, or I don't know my own strength. I could just cry.
One of my summer Texas projects was to sand, paint the metal and protect the wood on my garden bench. My meditation garden is my retreat, my gift from James and the girls. It's one of my favorite places to sit in all the world. And now I've gone and ruined it.
This morning, as the girls are off for a visit with their dad and half sisters, I was tackling the garden bench project. Sanded everything, used a metal scrapy-brush thing on the metal bits, brushed it all off with a clean paint brush and was in the middle of putting painter's tape on the wood so I could spray Rust-Oleum on the metal parts.
As I tipped the bench backward (to easier reach the underside of the slats, I thought) one of the back legs broke off.
I'm devastated. My beautiful bench! How will I sit and enjoy the fountain now? All the lovely birds at the feeders! It's not like we have the money to just pop out and buy another one. The girls are flying back to Boston in a month, I've got to drive back to meet them - and all that costs a bundle, not to mention all the other expenses this summer. Sheesh. I should have waited until James was home on the weekend and asked for help.
I even took a "before" picture becaus I was so excited about this project!
Argh. Bah. Feh. Humbug. Pbbbbbbth.
One of my summer Texas projects was to sand, paint the metal and protect the wood on my garden bench. My meditation garden is my retreat, my gift from James and the girls. It's one of my favorite places to sit in all the world. And now I've gone and ruined it.
This morning, as the girls are off for a visit with their dad and half sisters, I was tackling the garden bench project. Sanded everything, used a metal scrapy-brush thing on the metal bits, brushed it all off with a clean paint brush and was in the middle of putting painter's tape on the wood so I could spray Rust-Oleum on the metal parts.
As I tipped the bench backward (to easier reach the underside of the slats, I thought) one of the back legs broke off.
I'm devastated. My beautiful bench! How will I sit and enjoy the fountain now? All the lovely birds at the feeders! It's not like we have the money to just pop out and buy another one. The girls are flying back to Boston in a month, I've got to drive back to meet them - and all that costs a bundle, not to mention all the other expenses this summer. Sheesh. I should have waited until James was home on the weekend and asked for help.
I even took a "before" picture becaus I was so excited about this project!
Argh. Bah. Feh. Humbug. Pbbbbbbth.
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