I had a hell of a time putting that cute little bee graphic up in the left corner here cause blogger wasn't cooperating this morning. It's Monday so I reckon that's par for the course. Anyhow, I'm rambling, as I'm prone to do, so I'll get back to the subject at hand.
It's that time of the year,,actually not quite that time of the year due to the harvest being all done quicker this year,,but close enough. The time of the year that all the "I'll get that done after I'm done picking cotton" chores are supposed to be started. I say started because around here that's the key word as far as those chores are concerned. There are chores on that HD list that date all the way back to 1971 so the number of "I'll get to em chores" that haven't been started would probably break a record of some sort if I could figure out who'd actually be interested in such a list.
At the time of this writing, there are 3 chores that I really feel need to be started, and completed, before the year 2040.
Number one, on the short list, is to secure the molding on the living room ceiling that's threatening to fall at any moment and give someone a concussion.
Number 2 is a newcomer on the to-do list but I give it emergency status because it could lead to hunger and severe dehydration or, at the very least, suffocation by toxic gas, should an unsuspecting someone be stuck alone in the house. It's the replacement of the broken door knob on one of the bathroom doors. I've already had to assist a couple of folks in escaping the bathroom and I noticed my son had to aid in Jerri's (his wife) escape from the room yesterday.
Number 3, discussed and hashed over all during the spring and summer as clouds of plant toxic chemicals and dust fogged from the field south of our property, is to build a privacy fence along the propery line on that side.
Hementioned yesterday, while in the company of a houseful of folks to save himself a severe head bashing I'm sure, that he may scratch that idea. I reckon this is going to have to go over to the "still under discussion" side of the HD list where upon it won't be started unless I find a very good bargain in fencing materials and stack them in front of the shed so that he can't escape with the ATV to go hunting.
There was a time when I rarely added anything to the HD list because I'd just do all that stuff myself. But I highly suspect that the doing of many of those chores has something to do with this bad back I'm sporting and I just can't do them anymore. I really may have to pull up a chair and try to put on a new door knob though. I'd hate to be in the local newspaper as the homeowner who's house guest was hospitalized for inhaling toxic fumes (even though they'd be of their own making).