Son #1 called early yesterday morning, wanting to know if he could borrow our power-washer to wash his house. I said, "Sure, if you're brave enough to get it out of the shed." (I won't go in past the door.)
I bought this power-washer for The Husband's birthday a couple of years ago. At the time, we had a camper, and he'd been washing it with the water hose and a brush on a long stick. We subsequently sold the camper. The power-washer had never been used. I didn't even know where all the gizmos were, but I did, at least, find the instruction manual.
As my son was getting the thing out of the shed, I said, "I wish I'd put a condition on loaning this to you. I wish I'd said, 'Yes, you can borrow it, if you'll do my house when you finish."
He said he would, but I didn't hold him to it. He's been working the night shift for the past umpteen months, and this was the first Saturday in a long time that he hasn't needed to sleep half the day. I figured he had plenty to do at his own house.
A little later in the afternoon, Son #2's wife texted me this picture:
Son #2 has worked 40 days with only 4 days off, and yesterday he decided to climb up on their roof, clean gutters, and saw off some low-hanging limbs that were brushing the roof.
I texted her back: "Make him get down."
The Husband went to work yesterday to get some stuff done while the office was quiet. I spent the day working on embroidery designs. About 5 p.m., I fixed myself a big, stout gin & tonic and retired to the back porch to enjoy it. I was just finishing it when Son #2 called and asked if we could babysit The Granddaughters while they ran some errands. "Bring 'em on!" I did not tell him I was half-looped. I just made sure not to hold the baby while I was standing up. ;)
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We walked down to the garden Friday evening to check on it. Looks like we're going to have to re-plant all the beans and peas.
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