Two more weekends and we'll be done. We started painting the cabin in mid-May. We figure we should be done at the end of the Labor Day weekend.
It's been a long summer of work, both of us hefting our brushes and rollers and putting in a least a couple of hours every day. No trips to the brewery at Port Townsend for lunch (ferry ride of about a half-hour, walk to bar, drink, eat, walk back to ferry, ferry to Keystone, nap) because we didn't want to carve more than two hours out of the day unless it had something to do with stir sticks and blue tape.
And the payoff is near. And we realized something: we love a project.
My mother loved a project, and I think that rubbed off on us all. Barbie is in the process of turning her guest house into a real guest house as opposed to the repository of uneeded stuff that it's been so far. Her project has consumed the summer as well. Step-daughter Lara is taking some online courses. We're contemplating the master bath at home as our next project, a good one for the winter.
And Susie? Well, her whole career is an on-going project, what with changing companies, hiring her daughter, flying to Vegas to Jersey to London and getting to ride back on the company Lear jet so that she wouldn't have to wait in the JFK mess in New York after the latest terror threat.
A couple more hours today on the deck gridwork - tedious, tedious work. There's simply no easy way to paint it - and then painting the deck floor, and then doing a slow walk around the house to touch up missed spots ... and we're done.
What next?
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