Watching Paint Dry
Under beautiful sunshine, the multi-purpose building was painted today and is now officially completed except for the decorating. The colors did not quite turn out as I had expected, but I can live with it. I hate painting! I hate buying paint! You look at those little chips of the various colors and they always seem to have different types of wood with the product on it so you know what it will look like - right! I have never seen a match up. A gallon of stain will cost you between $20.00 and $30.00, you take it home and it is not the right color. The can is open, there is no returning! Last time, when we were at Home Depot and having to decide which color of stain to buy I came up with a marvelous concept. Why don't the paint companies, can their stain in small half pint or pint cans and charge $5.00 for them. You can buy several, take them home to test them and then go back and buy the several gallons that you are going to need. They make money on the small cans, you get the right color and we are all happy painters!
No sand moved today, Heath was working for Key all day, he is loving that little tractor! I expect to see him show up driving in with a hard hat on! Your mother and Erica did a little more draining, it is starting to look better but let's hold off on any rain. The first load of slabs arrived in the pit today, Erica went over and picked up a load. They were nice enough that she decided to use them to build a deck to help the drainage in their area. She borrowed some nails, a hammer and saw and went to work. Wanting a dry place to work, she decided to build it on the road leading into the campground. She drove in as far as she could go and unloaded the slabs and went to work. I would wander over to the edge once in awhile to check on her progress, she has got this deck laid out that measures at least 20 feet by 20 feet. She is pounding nails and sawing. Later I stop by to check things out on my way to pick up some stuff a the tackle shop. I drive into where she is working and cannot help but notice how big the deck is. So I ask the obvious, how are you going to move it to the site. She was one step ahead of me and said they could tow it with the tractor which sounded feasible. The next question that I had to ask was "How are you going to get your truck out?" She had built the deck behind the truck, blocking off the road and the truck was on the wrong side of the deck! Her answer was classic. "I didn't think about that!" Fun and games have already started and the entire circus has not even come to town. Who was it that spent hours digging a trail up the side of the bluff for one ride down the trail in a wagon, which ended up in a wreck! Who was it that spent hours building a flower bed to beautify their campsite, except it was in the location of where the outhouse was suppose to go? Who was it that planted all the dead trees? Who was it that decided to put the wood pile in the lowest drainage point in the campground? Who was it that designed the outhouse last year? No wonder all the neighbors take vacations during Memorial Day week! which is not a bad idea, I had best check my frequent flier miles!
