I actually drove to work on Thursday. I had a meeting downtown and didn't really know how to navigate my travel needs by bus. It was also raining cats and dogs, but that doesn't scare me off - I usually float.
I nearly forgot how to drive to work, actually. I got there alright, but it was a bit surreal.
After work and my meeting, I headed home for a moment, then to the big-box home improvement store to get paint for the house (this, you see, was my weekend project).
Still raining, I decided to paint the back door first, as I could do that from inside. Not too easy, actually, as furry critters were very curious about my activities.
Friday morning, the plan was to wake early and start painting outside. Not so fast, though. More rain:
By the afternoon, the rain subsided enough for me to get to the back of the house and to scrape the west side windows. They really needed it (the scraping AND the paint):
Saturday, I was painting by 7 am. I had a brief emergency, when, at the top of the extension ladder with a paintbrush in my hand, Olive trots past me and into the street! She has no fear of cars and I have never trained her to be in the front yard on or off the leash, so it was a heart-stopping moment. I collected her, calmed my nerves, and got back to work. At 2 in the afternoon, I decided that was enough swatting mosquitoes for one day and came in to shower. On Sunday, I was out painting by 6:30 in the morning and finished up by 9:00 or so. By finished up, I mean the first of two coats was on the whole house - even though the paint can said one coat. Don't believe it! I intend to touch up or do the second coat next weekend, and scrape the glass, as I don't bother to tape windows. MUCH easier to paint and scrape.
Sunday afternoon as I got in the car to run an errand and to visit some kitties in my care (sorry about the confusion to the Mommy of said kitties), I discovered that Otto did not want to start. My suspicion is that a new battery will do the trick, but I have surmised that while a car battery will fit in my bicycle basket, I may not be able to steer it with such a load. It's used to produce and library books.
So... I decided to come in the house, cool off, and watch a little Wimbledon.
OH.
MY.
GAWD!
My high school BF was a pretty good tennis player, but aside from occasionally watching him play, I rarely saw much tennis. I can't remember the last time I watched Wimbledon - Boris Becker, maybe? I did name a cat after him (and Boris Karloff and Boris Yeltsin, perhaps).
The 2008 Wimbledon final was unbelieveable. I have a newfound respect for the athletic ability of tennis players! I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen!
Congratulations! You have to love a guy named Rafael! And what extension!
A quick jaunt on my bicycle (before it got dark) to return a housekey and have a cold beverage (thanks, cheekymonkey!), then home to try to cool off and go to sleep so that I can start all over again this week!
