Thursday, October 6, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Thanks, Mr. Bill
Mr. Bill has been at our house for a while now. We’ve needed general repairs and upkeep for some time and since Pop’s health is no longer what it once was, he found Bill Marion (in our classified ads).
It’s been wonderful! Mr. Bill and his crew have done all those things outside that Pop couldn’t do -- like moving my picnic table from the sloping back “yard” and putting it on the deck where we could actually use it.
They’ve done all sorts of repairs. Pop’s shed had become somewhat dilapadated and they replaced about half of the wood, scraped and painted it. It’s all white and shiny again.
They repaired what was needed on the outside of the house and -- here’s where I break out in the “Hallelujah Chorus” -- and painted it!
My house is no longer screaming neon, pumpkin orange/school bus yellow!
Now, when I pull down my drive, I see a nice, normal, regular, soft, clean yellow. A real yellow. The color it was before it was painted the hideous pumpkin color. It really was the color of a pumpkin -- every year at Halloween, the girls get pumpkins -- hold one up to the house and they were the same color! Really!
The trim is a clean white and amazingly, the mud-colored roof has gone back to being a kinda brownish-reddish again.
Standing at the top of the drive and looking down at the house I can once again smile and look at it without wincing in pain.
All our trees are still green and make a wonderful background setting. When Donkee and the two horses, Dude and Andre, are standing in their pasture up near the house, it’s just about idyllic.
Mr. Bill and his crew have cleaned up all the leftover construction mess from the house remodeling a couple years ago -- the remodeling was interrupted by major heart surgery and just never was restarted.
I’ve become motivated again and already done some work in the front yard -- taken the electric fence trappings off the wooden slat fence. I’ve repaired the loose slats in the gate. (I have to brag on my youngest granddaughter. Several slats had fallen out and she got a hammer and some long, thin paneling nails and fixed it. The paneling nails didn’t hold on a couple of the slats, so I got some “honking” big nails to pound in!)
Mr. Bill and his crew finished up and left Sunday. Mr. Bean and I are really going to miss him.
Mr. Bill would sometimes come in and sit in Bean’s chair and talk with Pop. Bean would sit with him and be petted.
Everytime I look at my new yellow house though, I’m going to say “Thanks, Mr. Bill and crew!”
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