^Welcome to my freshly pressure-washed front porch.
^ Yes, it's still damp in places, and there are plenty of errant leaves and wandering clumps of dirt. But you can now clearly make out the stones in the paving - whereas before you saw only shades of grey - and that is dramatic improvement.
^ This whole messy project owes its timing to this green sculpture. I caught sight of it while wandering around a store over a week ago, and resisted at first its siren call. Using one of my tried-and-true anti-impulse shopping techniques, I went home empty handed and tried to forget about this forbidden love. When Monday morning came, and I was still obsessed, I knew I was ready to commit to the purchase.
I have no regrets.
^ Someone who hates loud machines and spraying water suffered through a long afternoon. Of course, he was duly rewarded with a nice long walk, though he had to cool his heels through this photo session to boot.
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Saturday morning:
10 a.M. Wake up feeling like crap. The cold I've been fighting off all week has taken hold and my head feels full of concrete. I need more sleep.
1 p.M. Still feel terrible but I'm missing out on Saturday. I need to get up but I'll be sure to take it easy.
2 p.M. So far, so good. I'm dressed and fed, and I cleaned the bathrooms. As long as I'm up and moving, I might as well do something productive.
Pressure washes the driveway and sidewalk for five hours.
7 p.m. Wait. I'm muddy, soaked to the skin, and pretty sure these chills I'm getting are not a good sign. Even though I haven't finished the job, maybe I should call it a day.
8 p.M. Showered and wrapped in a blanket, drooping on the couch. Someone please bring me dinner.
Hamburgers, movies, intermittent naps and rib-rattling coughs ensue.
1 a.M. Awake again and feeling fresh. Hey, I think I'll finish that pressure washing job tomorrow.
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P.S. Sunday evening:
This cold is still getting the best of me. But I managed complete my soggy task and that sweet success makes me feel on top of the world.
I didn't get much rest over the weekend. But I have absolutely no regrets.
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