Or rather, cottage by the pool.
And I may have mentioned that Wes has been working a wee bit. As in a lot.
These two things put together have made me feel slightly out of control on the home front. As in, Wes doesn’t think I could handle our weed eater or the hills on our mower. And I’ve tried tackling the fence many a time by myself and always fail.
Incidentally, did I tell you about the time that I was going to ‘help’ by screwing screws into the ‘horizontals’? I had fussed a bit about one particular screw and Wes came over to help. Well, after he helped me I had infinitely more problems and Wes was trying to convince me that I could be just as helpful doing other tasks. But I was determined to show him up. Five minutes later, after much more lower case cursing at the drill, Wes came over to see the problem. It was in reverse. And I’d managed to strip the torx bit. Or something.
I then was only allowed to move boards around. Wes would praise my moving boards abilities and I’d pretend fuss and say, ‘You’re just saying that because you won’t let me drill.’
Oh chuckle. Great memories. And I promise, it was pretty darn funny in the moment as well.
Anyways, this weekend everything came together. Harley can no longer get into our pool area. And Gladys can no longer get out. (When I remember to shut the gates). The back 40 is beautifully mowed and weed-eated. (?) (Is that a word?) I planted about forty zinnias and that always makes me happy. And our pool is open.
And we have a huge snapping turtle. In the pool.
Ladies! Who can’t wait for a pool party?!
And that’s that. Happy in my home.