I Forgot. The Alley.

It’s not even in our project plan. But we own a strip of the alley behind Polly where trash is set for pick up. And I can’t ignore it. It’s where all the remnants and leave-behinds from the previous owners and squatters were thrown. From what I can see under mounds of weeds and bushes, it’s just a lot of what you’d expect. A sofa, bottles, cigarettes …and well… that’s enough for now.

 

It took me four hours, four strong men to carry off the sofa, three band-aids, two bottles of water and heat stroke but it’s cleared. I’m hoping for at least a thank you from the neighbors behind us or maybe the trash folks. Ugh.

Something to Stand On

We’re not an amateur construction crew but this certainly isn’t a professional affair as proven by the fact that there are rarely ladders or step stools in the house. So when it’s time to paint ceilings, you have to do what you can. My dad – known for his lengthy accident record – uses Home Depot buckets to reach high places. But even he would tell you to put both feet near the rim of the bucket lid to avoid falling in it, especially when it’s a bucket full of water.

Wet socks are the worst, right? He’ll tell you. And I’m sorry I don’t have a picture of it but I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to grab my phone.