For two old retired people, our lives seem to be exceptionally busy these past few days since we returned home.There's the mountain of laundry that comes from traveling and the accompanying mountain of ironing. No getting by with the ratty T-shirts and scruffy shorts we frequently find ourselves in when fiddling around the house; there are places to go and people to see on the road. And when word got out we were gone, the bushes grew a foot and the weeds multiplied a hundred-fold. Or it just seems that way. It all probably would have happened if we'd been here too but it's so in-your-face when you come back after nine days away.
Generally speaking, I'm OK with busy. There's no shortage of things to do and the days go by quickly. (I laughed to myself as I finished typing that sentence. Boy, is it an understatement!)
Take today, for instance. I painted the front door and the trim around it; we mowed, edged and trimmed; we installed new hardware on the front door; I put down insecticide on the lawn; I walked; we went to dinner with friends. Whew! I'm tired but we got a lot accomplished.
The front door was the last one to get new hardware since we started replacing the handles last February or March, in part because they're more complex and expensive but mostly because the door needed to be painted first. Mr. A did a fine job with installation and I didn't have to sing the patience song to him even once.
Couldn't you find something more exciting than white for the color of the front door? I can hear someone saying on the other side of the screen. Well, maybe...but nothing jumped out at me and said "pick me." The stucco is light gray, the trim is white and the tile on the porch is a deep teal. As I ran through the list of colors in my head, they all seemed to fight for attention with the tile so white it was...again. It's fresh and crisp and clean.
It feels good to have one project ticked off the list and done. Heaven knows the bushes, weeds and ironing aren't. Looks like I'm going to stay busy for a while.