A while back, I wrote about being at the point of no return with a project at the cottage. This weekend we got to where we were going with that work and, let me tell you, arriving at the planned destination is pretty sweet. We arrived there after a lot of sweat and toil (mostly very enjoyable), at least one detour (what a waste of time) and not a few swear words (par for the course), but we arrived. The painting went smoothly -- one coat of primer, two of the pretty pale green Val had chosen. In fact, it was such a simple job that I ended up doing the final coat. That is unheard of in our partnership, as I am not the perfect painter that Val is and I don't really enjoy the work. But, last weekend, time was moving along and the grass needed cutting, too, and so we divided and conquered. The lesson? Suck it up and just do it. Listen to the radio while rolling on the paint, and it might even be pleasant. Next up was the installation of the carpet. It had been ...
