There had been little spots on our screened in porch where the white paint was flaking away, spots that are exposed to the storms that blow in from the mini-lake effect that amplifies storms on our lake. Crazy to think 47 acres of water would do that but I am pretty sure it does.
Of course I had been procrastinating on this task but finally this last weekend I tackled it. Went down to the basement and found some exterior white. Tracked down a little bit of sandpaper (note to self, running very low). Brought around the ladder. Scraped, sanded and painted. Certainly not a professional job, very Pareto, but it will suffice for a little while and certainly it's better than having done nothing.
As always, I was reminded that one of the initial themes of this blog was the staving off of entropy and disorder generally as a primordial human activity. Certainly as Graham begins his senior year at UNC I have to reflect on whether I may have failed by not passing on many basic home and yard maintenance skills to my kids.
But maybe not. Maybe I don't outsource appreciably more than my mom did. Certainly it's hardly worth dragging my dad into this because this kind of thing was never his bag at all.
Talked to Dorothy yesterday and scheduled dinner with her when I am out in Seattle in a couple of weeks. As I recalled, she is now a grandmother and I look forward to hearing about her grandson. She assures me that nobody really wants to hear about other people's grandkids. I disagreed because I do want to hear, but she is probably correct that few people want to hear as much about the grandkid as the grandparent is willing to share. At any rate, it's kind of a new chapter, hearing about peers' grandkids. Bring it.
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