Monday, February 1, 2016
Monday of doing
It's just the framer/drywall guy and me today - just what I needed after last week's incessant banging and scurrying about of the plumber/electrician and his two apprentices. Imagine Uncle Si from Duck Dynasty and you've got a good handle on my framer. Last week he sort of ruffled my feathers by telling me that he wouldn't come so early each morning so I'd have a chance to put my face on. This morning, he insisted on helping me make my bed before we covered it with plastic, since we were late to rise and I hadn't gotten it done before he came. I felt pretty embarrassed by the whole thing but he said, "Don't worry about it, you're making the bed, I'm just saving you the trip to the other side."
That and the pretty weather has gotten my Monday started on the right foot. It is 8:56am and 54F outside. I have put the garage-sheltered plants out on the driveway, filled up the bird feeders and pruned the rose bush. The birds are now poking around the flower bed in disgust, like my pruning has ransacked their place, like they've come home from a fun morning out to find that the dog has chewed the pillows. I am heading back out now to pull some weeds in the herb bed and breath the crisp air of this February thaw.