Patch, Patch, Patch

At my age, life is all about upkeep. If it’s not my knee or shoulder needing physical therapy, then it’s my house needing new paint and a new roof. Today I had painters working on refreshing the trim paint. I asked them to come last year and somehow it took them over a year to get around to me. Perhaps moving all their ladders really slows them down.
I came out of the garage to find what looked like a tower of giraffes had taken over the driveway. Tomorrow these ladders will be joined by another gaggle when the roofers show up to start replacing the old shingles. When I asked the roofers what time they would show they told me six AM. I told them they will be alone, but I am not sure how long I will sleep with men walking on the roof.
The timing of all this is good since both Russ and Carter are away. Why should we all be disrupted by men climbing up and peering in the windows. I was up in the gathering room watching a you tube video about how to make a quilt when suddenly a face peered in every window all at once while they painted five windows. I felt a little guilty about sitting on the couch appearing to watch TV, but I did not feel that I needed to explain I was actually learning.
A few years ago Russ made a master list of major jobs that needed to be done as upkeep on our house. Before he left for his business trip he said, “You are doing a good job working your way through the ‘to do’ list. I told him I was not the one “working,” but I am hoping I can get it all done before everything wears out and has to be done again. As far as I can tell I am going to be spending my life just patch, patch patching.