We're going up to the cabin today for a long weekend, where we will struggle between doing all the chores that need doing or sitting on the deck in a coma. Usually, the deck thing wins. We're both pretty lazy. But we've been saying we'd get new beds for a year now, so we might just have to break down and do it. The beds are at least fifty, sixty years old. There are the broken spring, iron headboard simulated boat in a storm beds, and the beds with tucking and rock hard underpads, as well as the bed that even if you hold on with both hands you slide into the middle and sink like the Titanic.
The two sofas in the cabin are more comfortable than the beds, even if I have to fight with the dogs to get a space.
And we've sworn to repaint our mint green kitchen in a color that doesn't cause massive nausea when you're trying to cook. Red, blue, maybe something primary. Just not the shade closest to vomit.
There are many, many other projects, but since we seem to enjoy discussing them much better than executing them, I wouldn't bet on anything getting done. If there is a white headed woodpecker around, I'll be too busy watching him to get up.
you can always jumble and juggle some of those boulders outside the door behind the cabin. They are awesome. American Soil would be envious.
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