After a drizzly start on Saturday, the holiday weekend morphed into sheer perfection. I took advantage by trimming, caulking, painting, and planning the layout of gutters.<\/p>\n
Now I’m beat. I need to spend a day paying bills, catching up on email, cleaning house, and other non-building matters. But the weather gods say we have just three days of sunny skies before five days of rain. Back outside I go. Back up and down the ladder. Back into drippy paint and ooey glue and bending those nails that don’t want to be hammered into unlikely places. Back to the twisty physical punishment of working under eaves.<\/p>\n
I whine inwardly and try to make up excuses to call The Wandering Monk back to do the worst of this. But I can do it. I have to do it. I should do it myself. Oh lord, though, I am wearing out and wearing down.<\/p>\n
I apologize for making the blog “all construction all the time” lately. That won’t be for too much longer.<\/p>\n
The exterior of the house will be done soon and then I’ll probably be bored and wonder what to do with myself besides watch the rain fall. But that should mean more meaty blogitude.<\/p>\n
I’m dreading these three promised sunny days.<\/p>\n
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Anyhow, while I’m out there twisting into a pretzel to caulk around soffits and fascia boards, have a few links, several of them blessedly on the “lite” side.<\/p>\n
After a drizzly start on Saturday, the holiday weekend morphed into sheer perfection. I took advantage by trimming, caulking, painting, and planning the layout of gutters. Now I’m beat. I need to spend a day paying bills, catching up on email, cleaning house, and other non-building matters. But the weather gods say we have just three days of sunny skies before five days of rain. Back outside I go. Back up and down the ladder. Back into drippy paint and ooey glue and bending those nails that don’t want to be hammered into unlikely places. Back to the twisty physical…<\/p>\n