There are so many things that are calling out to me to get done around the house, yet I’ve somehow slipped into lazy summer mode. All I want to do is sip some lemonade, get some sun (without melting from temps in the upper 90s the past two weeks) and relax.
A co-worker jokes that “lazy” for me is probably more like a normal day for him. I know, I know — I don’t like to sit still. But occasionally, it truly does happen. I can follow your definition of a nice, lazy day of doing nothing, Carlo!
But what I really need to do is give this house a thorough cleaning. That, and we need to get the spackler back here to finish the job he started a month ago. My father-in-law recommended the guy, but his appearances have been few and far between, much to my chagrin. He showed up twice while we were on vacation at the end of June, but has only been back twice since then — and there’s another coat and sanding that needs to get done before we can move on to painting. And if you know me well, you know I don’t abide folks who don’t do things in a timely manner — and don’t show up when they say they’re going to show up.
So for now, I’m waiting impatiently, but biting my tongue. It’s not an easy task, since I’ve become an outspoken person in my old age. Mark my words, I won’t be hiring this guy again, nor will I be recommending him to anyone else.
All I can think about right now is the fact that after this room is (finally) completed, we’ll need to finish the rest of the second floor, which includes a small hallway, full bathroom and another bedroom (which is the one we’re in right now). We’ll have to move all our stuff into the renovated room and then tackle everything else. It’s taken 9 months to get this far, with the help of Mr. Saver, my father-in-law, and especially my dad and brother, who have spent many a Saturday here working their asses off — THANK YOU! — and it will be wonderful to have it finished. But besides gutting the rooms and painting them at the end, I think we’re gonna leave the rest to the professionals this time.
Oh, and there’s the kitchen, too, which needs to be painted. I had gotten some samples and made my choice of color, but the can of paint has been sitting there throughout this heatwave — even I’m not that much of a glutton for punishment.
So here’s to being lazy — at least, as lazy as I get, in my world. I think it’s time to sit in the yard, sun myself and sip on that glass of lemonade.