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Summer began pleasantly last Thursday; a sunny day filled with quiet pleasures. After puttering about the house and garden all day, I welcomed Attila home from work and we sat down to a meal of hummus and pita bread, followed by fruit. That is the kind of a meal that not only tastes good, it leaves you convinced that you have taken very good care of yourself. Attila, once again, had two days off over the weekend, which we put to very good use. Saturday found us stretched out on our deck chairs in the sand at Pinery Provincial Park. We have not yet grown tired of drowsing in the sun, eating a delicious grilled meal, and finishing off the day with a walk along the beach. Perhaps one cannot grow tired of such things.
Sunday we tackled a long overdue chore. The garden shed has been quietly crumbling at the back of the yard since we moved here. Articles have been consigned to its dark interior without order or further thought once they were hidden from sight. Chaos has grown there as surely as moss and mildew. Attila completed the new roof on the garden shed two weeks ago. It had been in a deplorable state due to a plastic "skylight" in the roof that had welcomed more than mere light into the interior of the building. The roof had rotted to the point that when a small dead branch from the tree above fell to earth, it pierced the through the shingles and roof as easily as an arrow shot from a bow. There were other problems with the garden shed. The squirrels had gnawed through the water-weakened wall under the eaves. The shed became a preferred storage compartment and eatery for nuts. Then there were the mice, attracted perhaps by the nuts. They nested in boxes of clay pots and behind wooden chairs. The process of replacing the roof seemed to have succeeded in evicting the unwanted tenants. The time for interior renovations had arrived. Sunday, Attila and I removed every last hoe, lawn chair, and box from the interior. Our back yard resembled a haphazard rummage sale. We sorted out the articles that we would keep from those we would donate to the local thrift store. Gone are the Fisher Price skates and skipping ropes. We collected five green garbage bags of material no longer of any practical use to anyone. I spent several hours with my trusty shop vac, removing nutshells, the remnants of nests and a large population of procreating spiders. We sorted and swept our remaining treasures. By the time darkness fell, we had locked the door to the garden shed, where our belongings lay in neat rows and logical order Then we ate a quick meal of macaroni and cheese, the kind you prepare from a box. Not much of a reward for all that hard work, but it was all we could muster before we fell asleep. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Watching the Ausable River By the Easy Chair Attila! Airwaves "Ewww... take a look at this!" Me, from inside the garden shed.  A Popular Retreat Weather 09:22 AM DST Temp: 20` C Humidity: 73% Wind: 0 mph Barometric:102.6 kPa Sunrise 5:46 AM DST Sunset 9:07 PM DST |
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