It's gonna be a sparse week here. Company coming, so I'm running around like the proverbial chicken.
Yesterday I looked at the garage and decided I couldn't stand it any more. The trouble is that I expect to store both my gardening stuff AND the Sante Fe in there and over time it gets too crowded. I don't like doing that sort of thing on Sunday, but I decided it would only take about an hour to take everything out, and another to put everything back, so that would give me the rest of the day to relax. I should know better. Five exhausting hours later I finally got the garbage bagged up. I did get the boxes with Dad's tools unpacked after 3 years and if anyone ever hears me say I need to buy a wrench, plyers, saw, clamp, screwdriver, or any of a variety of common tools, well, no, it's in the garage. Doesn't matter what size, it's in the garage. And wood putty. I don't need to buy wood putter.