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Friday, June 4, 2021

EVERYTHING IS A 'GO!'

This morning I took the Highlander for its scheduled maintenance appointment at Dick Hannah’s in Kelso – it got an oil change and a new filter; and the tire treads passed … for the time being: they will definitely need changed out, come Winter.

But for now, they got a passing grade for my planned trip to Lincoln City 😊

July’s anticipation is a “GO!”

Before I make that trip, though, I am going to spend some time at home.

I need to give my left leg some relief from the all-day-long sitting position (I noticed some burning along my shin, and a pinch in my lower back on last Sunday’s daytrip around the Olympic Peninsula); it’s time now to cut back on the Ibuprofen, and walk some kinks out to relieve nerve pressure.

I do not want a repeat of last year’s painful experience; moderation is the name of the game when it comes to lengthy driving/sitting time.

Mustang Sally: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKzQMKliV24

Stand up and walk about time is necessary.

There is stuff that needs tending to on the home front: I can get those things done while giving my leg a rest before I hit the road in a few weeks for the 4-hour drive to Lincoln City (8 to 10 hours if I drive back home the same day).

Shelving needs to be put up in the shed. 

The Coho Bench needs refinished .

A few moderate local hikes need to take place.

Driving home on my way back from Kelso this afternoon, I stopped at Lowe’s to grab some things I need to touch up the Coho Bench: the finish is wearing thin, so it needs touching up. It’s going to be tricky business, but I am going to do what I can do – and hope for the best.

The Coho Bench needs a finishing touch-up; not sure how I will manage on my own - but I WILL.

The bench is not heavy … it’s bulky.

Ideally, it would be a snap to retouch it if two people were involved.

Two people do not live here anymore. 

There is only me: 1 person.

I cannot tip the bench to do the job as it needs to be done.

So, I will have to manage the job, best as I can, the only way I can.

Determination: it needs doing – the doing is up to me. The bench “fix” is my responsibility.

Some careful shuffling, so as not to scrape the porch paint – thereby necessitating repainting the porch to “fix” the scruffy scruff marks.

Somehow manage to maneuver a protective drop cloth under the bulky bench so none of the very liquified wood stain messes up the porch paint – thereby necessitating repainting the porch to “fix” the messy mess.

I am a mess-cat, generally, when painting; this varnish paint is messy to begin with – the whole undertaking could realistically get very messy.

I decided to forgo using a paint brush – the very thought had “disaster!” screaming nonstop. I’ve decided to cover my hands and arms with plastic gloves that will reach my elbows … and use varnish sodden shop rags to apply the varnish smoothly; in hope that much of the messy endeavor will be curbed. The varnish may still drip down the coho back rest portion of the bench, hence the drop cloth.

The finishing sealer ... and everything I hope will help me get it done without too much mess.

And I will be wearing clothes that can go into the trash can after this paint project is completed – knowing me as I do, the clothes will be ruined by the time the projected project is completed.

The Coho Bench project is a “GO!”

I also stopped at Fred Meyers on the way home to grab a few grocery items I was too lazy to drive all the way across town to Winco’s, to get. If I was doing a big grocery shopping, I’d have driven across town – but for 4 items, Freddy’s was closer πŸ˜‰

Pulling out of Fred Meyer’s parking lot, I was greeted by a macabre sight that instantly had me laughing.

This pricked my funny bone.

My funny bone is a little twisted.

I laughed the entire 5 minutes to home.

And now, I’m headed down the hallway to the bedroom, where I’ll read a new book into the wee hours of tomorrow’s morning; a storyline soaked in the richness of life, and the humor of the innocence of a simple, sweet lifestyle.

New Read.

From macabre humor to sweet and simple: I’m a sugar and spice kinda gal 😊

My life is back on track; and both sides of my humor is a “GO!”

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