Recently, I had was one of those days. It was a Sunday with nothing vital on my calendar except the usual checking-in phone calls.
It was a gorgeous day, so I happily took off to patronize a friend’s granddaughter’s lemonade stand in a nearby park. They were to be opened for business from 10-12 and I got there about 11:20 after the aforementioned phone calls and a load of laundry.
I couldn’t find any lemonade vendors so I called the grandmother. Turns out that her granddaughter and her playmate decided they had made a good enough profit in the first hour and closed up shop.
My next project was new-refrigerator-related. My new refrigerator fits very nicely in its allotted space. However, the old one didn’t. So there was a piece of the kitchen wall about four inches wide that the old fridge had occupied that was never painted.
Luckily, I still had the paint for that wall. I won’t go into how hard it was to retrieve it from my almost impossible to access storage space.
I painstakingly covered the refrigerator side with newspaper and set to work, only to find that the paint, although only a year old was completely dried up. Who would have thought?
Well, that left the Patriot’s game to provide some solace. And you know how that turned out.
Like I said, I should have stayed in bed…