We will always love you.

FENCE. That has been my occupation – on and off – for a couple of weeks now, maybe three. It is not really an incredible amount of fence – BUT IT SEEMS LIKE IT. Crevices, corners, more crevices, cracks. I will never again paint a fence a light color; it only makes the above list more troublesome.

Now, if I could sit in a chair and square inch by square inch the fence would pass before me, that would be okay, but part of it is a foot taller than I am and part of it is a my foot level and that is an awful lot of up and downing.

Then, of course, I have to pay attention to the sun; can’t have any part to be painted be in the sun. Talk about playing the angles. One part of the fence is comprised of paint-sucking boards. You can’t put “coats” of paint on these boards, not one on top of the other. No you can go out and “feed” the fence over and over again and stand back and watch it suck in the paint, never mind the use of a primer. Part of this fence is from Hell, or someplace near there.

I don’t know but for some reason I was thinking today that maybe I would have taken pleasure in painting the darn thing purple.

It is still August, but we have had a fairly cool summer and people are already talking of fall. Standing out in the outdoors painting a fence does not particularly promote such thoughts, but kids going by in backpacks and tulip tree leaves falling keeps it tickling the back of my mind.

While I was going through some Shutterfly albums, I found this picture of the den in cool weather. The sofa* with the orange/brown blanket on it is gone, wrestled out of the house by one old lady and two grandkids – now there was a story, going through a too narrow hallway. I think more time needs to pass before the reliving of it. Anyway, the room is still there and so is the fireplace – but I didn’t have a fire picture in this album.

But, look, there was one on the next album. However, not really; on closer inspection, it’s a picture of a video fire. Oh well.

*Oh, wait, this is not the stuck in the hallway sofa; this is the possibly chopped up in place old sofa. I’m pretty certain I put that story out of mind. Or maybe I burned it up in the video fireplace.