Earlier in the week, I finally managed to get most of the house pressure washed. This has been something that I’ve wanted to do for some time and kept getting put off due to weather, other commitments and God knows what else.
Getting the green off! |
Notice I said “most” of the house. I was only able to reach about seven or eight feet into the air. So nearly all the second floor of the home is still in need of a good cleaning, I didn’t have the right tools to go any higher.
To do that, I would need a steady ladder and a longer hose. Two things I don’t currently have but will be resolved shortly (probably by the time I publish this). It’s just two more things to add to my growing collection of things. The accumulation of things is something I'm trying to avoid but that's another post for another time.
I’ve owned homes before, both here In Pennsylvania and in Florida. Over time I have managed to build a nice collection of hammers, wrenches, drills and a few other items; yes, even a ladder. Generally speaking however I’ve not needed a tool like a post-hole digger. Nor have I needed more than one lawn mower, a wheelbarrow, and good knows what else.
Having
the right tool for the right job and at the right time, such as a power washer,
can make a world of difference when living out in the country. I just never realized it before. I am far from a jack of all trades, and I absolutely
refuse to do anything that involves anything electric.
My comfort zone has been to call a contractor in the past, now I am simply much more comfortable with using tools that I have never needed before, or ever thought I would use.
You know damn well that I’m being careful with that chainsaw. However since I’ve never really needed one before, I have never used one. When I am talking to some friends about taking down a tree, I know that I will be an active participant and not on the outside looking in.
It’s fun, exciting…and damn scary at the same time. This Bumble simply does not bounce the way he used to. At my age (55) and the shape I am in (round), I have to be careful. Plus I know that some heart issues run in my family and overdoing it could do me in.In my last post I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the little projects that I am trying to do...but then I think of what Sue and I have accomplished (with help from friends and family) and I realize exactly how lucky and blessed I am.
As much fun as it would have been to plant a garden this year, I know that with Susan working her hours as well as her volunteer work, my work schedule and my interest in joining the Independent Order of Odd-Fellows, who have a lodge near us…we simply don’t have the time to accomplish some things right now.
I am looking forward to the day when
the locals refer to our home as the “Wilson” place and not the “Old Tom Mills”
place. One of the locals stopped by the
other day and thanked us for cutting some of the brush back off the road so
they could see around the corner coming up the road. They also liked our new red roof. Slowly but surely we are becoming part of this small towns life.
We will get “There”. It just takes patience and time.
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