Way back in the 50’s, shopping was a big deal. You went downtown to a big department store. You were dressed up. And there were elevators. And there were elevator operators who said, “Going up!” or “Going down.” They always said, “Going up!” with more enthusiasm than, “Going down.” so that’s why I used an exclamation point.
I’m really sore. I probably need a professional massage. I’ll have to be happy with M rubbing my shoulders.
Since last weekend I’ve been power washing our deck – which we made a whole sh*t load larger 3 years ago. (I won’t do that again.) Thankfully, NH’s weather has been very cooperative because – when power washing – your feet and more get really, really wet. We have a well and so – our water is really, really cold.
Finished the power washing.
Now – the oiling.
I’m thinking Karate Kid. Wipe on, wipe off. (Meanwhile – the generator did its weekly run – and scared the sh*t out of me as I was standing right there.)
There’s more to do – Oh, this is why so many people move to condos. Now, I get it.
But for now – off to bed!