are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
This last weekend was a full one.
Saturday was cold and wet and I was still regaining muscle function in my legs after my first CrossFit experience. Thank goodness I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel toward the evening hours. On Friday, I actually walked down three flights of stairs backward because of my painful Jello legs.
For the reasons stated above, our day looked like this:
Sunday brought us to a Memorial Day potluck and barbeque at our friend Angy's house.
Her property is divine and, as always, we had an amazing time.
It is so nice to spend an evening with some really great people.
Memorial Day was so productive. We usually start out with the best intentions, but I never feel like we get enough accomplished. This was not the case yesterday.
We started with breakfast at a local diner. The Eggs Benedict and Biscuits and Gravy were calling to me. They wanted inside my belly real bad. But I said no to gravy-coated carbs and yes to eggs, ham and wheat toast. It was just as yummy. Not.
We got home and I started working on these beasts. I scooped them up from a neighbor's curb last fall and have been patiently waiting for furniture refinishing weather. I have been wanting to tackle a fun furniture project and thought these would be just the ticket.
Lesson #1: Furniture refinishing is no joke. The "spray on" stripper didn't spray. So I painted it on. Instead of bubbling up and scraping off, the finish (stain? varnish?) turned into a gummy mess. I knew it would be work, but it was far less pretty than I imagined. There was sweat, bug bites, glove-melting chemicals, and fume-burned nose hairs. And 1.5 stripped chairs to show for it. Any advice for the other 4.5 chairs?
Meanwhile, Mario decided to explore the ever-growing bump in our driveway. Holy boulder, Batman! Lots of pensive moments and even more digging... and they got it fixed. The spot is flat and all we have left to do is patch the asphalt. Have I ever mentioned how resourceful my husband is? I suppose that comes with growing up on a ranch, but he can fix anything.
There were also Tang slushies, beautiful landscape, and a happy frog-chasing pup.
We got a burn permit to deal with some lingering branches and lit an evening bonfire. Kiddo got his own little campfire to roast hot dogs. After we sent him in to shower, Mario and I had a little hot dog date of our own. It was so romantic.
We were exhausted, but went to bed with a great sense of accomplishment. Spending the day tending to our yard also made the fact that we will be selling it soon very real. We have an amazing, unique property that will hopefully attract a lovely new family when the time comes to list it. I only hope they will appreciate it as much as we do.
I hope you had a Memorial Day to remember... in the best of ways.