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Pandemic humor.

Go ahead, laugh.

It’s better than the alternative.

Have you ever wondered how it will feel when we eventually  (hopefully!)  get back to normal?

I’m not sure I ever want a stranger closer than 6 feet again.

This could be a real problem if Aunt Jemima products are going to disappear…

I totally need that mask.

Yeah, we kind of do.

Well that goes without saying.

Personally, I’d prefer 2 continents.

One day only!

Better hurry.

It’s all about priorities.

And finally for my horoscope loving readers….

Day 4… deck project.


Four days in and we were finally ready to start adding the balustrades.



This involved a large amount of math, which as we have previously discussed… is not our strong suit.



Measuring was required. So much measuring. The fractions, the division…

Oh! The horror.

I carefully calculated the spacing of 8 rails for each section. I checked and rechecked to make sure it was accurate.



Which meant 7 of them fit perfectly.

Am I good or what?



Okay, so there were seven instead of 8.



It still looked good and things were flowing smoothly.



Until the screw heads starting popping off.



Once they were in the railing.

Which made me cringe…. and the husband grab his all purpose fix it tool.



Have hammer, will travel.

Thankfully no harm was done and we finished 3 out of the 4 sections before calling it a day.



One more section here..



Then we’ll move on to the other side.

Hopefully the heat wave will be over by then.

Hot flashing menopausal Maine women with broken toes do not fare well in temperatures over 90.


Back to work.


At what I believe is the slowest pace humanly possible.

We started on Memorial Day weekend Friday by attacking the baby barn again.



Trimming the window at a glacially slow pace because as we’ve previously established…. geometry is not our friend.



After more hours than I care to admit, we moved around to the door trim.



Which the husband insisted be wider than the other trim.



Did this work out well?



Not really. But neither has anything else in this remodel and he refused to do it over, so it is what it is.



The night before, we took a trip to Lowe’s for door hardware. I argued for 6 inch hinges, because well…. I’m a woman.

You know we love our 6 inches.

But the husband was having none of it and went with 4 inch hinges, trying to prove size doesn’t matter.

As we started to assemble the doors?



He realized in some instances, size does matter…. and sent yours truly back to Lowes for 6 inches.


I’m talking about hinges!



I won’t even describe the nightmare that was Lowe’s on Memorial Day weekend.



By the time I got back the day was done and we got virtually nothing accomplished.

Yay us.