Labor Day always lives up to its name, don’t it? I’ve been busy knocking out things around the house. The biggest of which is the yard. Since its full of weeds, it needs to be totally nuked so we can start over. I kill it with glyphosate and two weeks later, a lawn company seeds new grass. It’s taken the past three days for me to painstakingly walk the yard, spraying this stuff on the yard. I’ve made a few trips back to the store to resupply myself, too, having judged the yard too small.
My task ended early Saturday evening, as I had to grill up some hamburgers before whisking Hallie off to my parents to visit my sister’s family, who was visiting from Shelby. Yesterday, I failed to finish the yard again, simply running out of time before Hallie’s bathtime. Today, I messed around inside long enough for the rainclouds to wash out any attempt. Crum. With the forecast looking wet most of this week, my yard may be half-dead.
But I did get stuff done today. For instance, there are now actual things on our walls, other than handprints and scuff marks. Kelly and I spent most of the morning hanging up pictures. It was a something we put off since moving into this house, what, well over 2 months ago? Now it actually looks lived in. A scary thought.
I also began painting (and repainting) the shelves for our bookcase. The coat of latex I applied previously seems to be far too sticky for the shelves. So this time, I decided to paint the remainding shelves with spray paint. It won’t look as even as the others, but it will be smoother. And, heck, these shelves will have books on them, anyway. No one’s gonna be looking at them closely.
That bed will feel quite nice when I hit it soon. It’s always nice to check off those things that have been begging for a while to be done.