With storms in the forecast, I went upstairs and started taking old wallpaper off some walls. Sometimes this is satisfying; other times, it just might cause one to exclaim to one’s one self: Holy Moses! What is this weird looking orange plaster? I probably scraped and peeled for about three hours and then I came down to get a snack and watch for the storms.
But, oh nevermind, now the weather people are saying we might get a stray light shower – and it feels like it is 93 out there. Upstairs I have walls that look like they belong in a tenement and downstairs I am sitting here pouting because I was expected the emotional release of thunder and lightning . . . and it’s just still and humid.
It’s like a greenhouse out there and that means the grass is growing and after dealing with the mutant grass from some scary sci-fi movie last week, I will have to do it all over again tomorrow or Friday – in Lagrange County for about five hours.
I’m glad I can do it; I’m not in a hospital bed or a chemo ward, but, rats . . . orange plaster and monster grass doesn’t seem like a party theme.