Is today Tuesday? I really don't know at this point. If it is, then I spent Monday and Sunday cleaning up most of the branches, limbs, and debris in the yard. I'm oblivious to time right now, except I realized a little while ago that tomorrow is Mr. Hawthorne's birthday. I'm in the middle of hurricane clean up and Mr. Hawthorne is selfish enough to throw in a birthday. The nerve. OK. Just checked my calendar and indeedy it is Tuesday, August 30, 2011. Before I show you what I accomplished today, I have to mention what semi-disasters like this do to neighbors. We band together. We help each other out. We talk. We joke. We laugh. Because we need to. We need each other. And everyone gives their all. Friends and neighbors come to help you. It's a beautiful thing. And something I appreciate very much. The camaraderie is wonderful and uplifting. I've met so many lovely, hardworking people. They're out here scavenging. In people's crap. I believe they get $250 a load for scrap metal, dishwashers, water heaters, washers, dryers. Steel is in big demand. I'm keeping all the copper we have. People are in pain for cash. They're combing the area for $$$$$$.
Here's the swan that swam into my yard. Hopefully, his owner will see him in my front yard and reclaim him.
Guess who this little cherub in the middle is. I remember Mama Hawthorne cut my hair. She would comb my bangs down my forehead, apply a length of scotch tape where she wanted to cut, and would snip exactly along the tape line. I always hated my bangs. She did this until I was in the 10th grade, I think. I rebelled at that point. And I've been a renegade ever since.
I found this Quarterly Conference Records book from 1878-1882. With the beautiful handwriting artistry.
This is my before carport. In the very back on the right hand side where you can't really see it, there's a huge pile-up, both vertically and horizontally, of an assortment of lumber/molding/pickets/ peg board/cork board/ad nauseum/ad finitum, which Mr. Hawthorne has saved since the house was built in 1987. Just in case he needs them for a project. His last "project" was 15 years ago.
Click the pic and check out those lovely rose-colored glass lamps from Mama Hawthorne's. I didn't even know they were packed down there. Need to get Mr. Hawthorne to rewire them since they were underwater.
Check out my carport now! Only eight hours worth of work. Sprayed, bleached, and brushed. You know what? I might just pressure spray this tomorrow. I'm very excited. I can actually get my truck in here now. My truck has never seen the inside of my carport.