I spent this hot and humid day off marking things off of the “to do outside” list.
- Mowed the yard
- Repainted and renumbered the mailbox
- Repainted the wheelbarrow
To top it off, I grilled pork chops for supper.
The poor wheelbarrow was needing the paint job quite badly. I bought the paint four or five years ago and it has sat in a cabinet in my garage all of these years. Today it went from white and rust to green.
The wheelbarrow was a hand-me-down from our neighbor at a house we were renting about 10 years ago and it is supposedly over 50 years old now. The tire appears to be at least that old.
I blame years of band camp for my continuing inclination to voluntarily work outside even on the hottest days. No one else was out mowing at noon when it was 93 degrees with a heat index of 103. I’m obviously the craziest person on the street. I’m glad there are no yearbooks in adulthood because I would probably be voted “Most Likely to Die of Heatstroke While Performing Yard Work”.
Tomorrow we resume vacation mode and head over to the science museum in Nashville. World’s largest booger – here we come!