I’m sitting here only 33% through the first cup, trying to think of something to do on the cabin more fun than painting. Yesterday I was on a roll but I’m glad I stopped when I did and went inside to bake bread because I did get the season’s first sunburn. So I should probably stay out of the sun a bit more till the tan builds up – or at least wear a shirt with sleeves.
I’m glad to have the gutter out of the way. 16′ of gutter all by myself was scary, but once I worked out the technique it actually went quite quickly. Now I’ve got the downspout primed on the cutting table, but I need some stuff before I can proceed with that step. So I guess today is trim painting.
Yeah, this season it’s basically going to be painting painting painting all the way down.
Hey, you want to see something funny/sad? Little Bear is such a good boy. He’s got what I suspect is a bladder full of crystals, so the old “bladder like a cistern” saying no longer applies. Unfortunately he’s also the least pushy dog I’ve ever been in charge of, so it’s on me to pay attention to his body language. But nearly everything I do inside involves facing a counter or a wall and not paying attention to LB. This can cause problems.
Yesterday while the bread was rising, LB lay down next to the door. Right next to the door. Facing the door. I should have taken less time to interpret what he was telling me. Finally I asked him if he wanted to go out, and he got right up eagerly. I put him on his long lead, opened the door, and…
Just made it over the threshold. That’s a good boy.
Good dog! Although, he could use some assertiveness training as in WOOF= lemme out really, really soon, please!
OTOH, I just found a puddle of cat pee on the lowest book shelf. Sigh.