I'm writing this using a laptop at our second home on Whidbey Island. I'm at the table, and I'm looking out the window and over Crockett Lake and Ft. Casey to saltwater and Port Townsend and the Olympic Mountains.
Except we're not spending much time looking at the view. Number one, it's overcast - typical June weather - so the mountains are hidden behind thick clouds. Rumor has it that there will be sun breaks later in the day.
"Sun breaks." Are we the only region in America that understands what a "sun break" is?
Anyhow, reason number two for not noting the view: The Sainted One and I have been bitten by the self-reliance bug of late, we the people who have other people clean for us and other people garden for us. In fact we have hired so many people to do things for us that there's a joke in our family that if we could just find some decent Butt-Wipers, we'd never have to lift a finger again.
But here we are, painting our home on Whidbey. Ralph Waldo Emerson would be so proud, and we're expecting someone from the Do-It-Yourself network to contact us about a feature.
The Sainted One has been far more aggressive about this than I've been. I haven't let this 6-weekend project keep me from my Saturday and Sunday naps, and this morning, feeling under-motivated, I tried this:
"Honey, you worked so hard yesterday. How about we take a break today?'
No breaks for him, thank you. So paint we shall.
Actually, once I get out there warm up to the project, I'm just fine. It's the first dip of the brush in the bucket and the creak of my bones that's a little hard to take.
Well he's out of the shower and we're off!
(NOTE to the Do-It-Yourself network: If you call, let it ring a long time. We'll be outside.)
