66°f/18.9°C, cloudy, rain, fog, humid as can be, then finally, a red sunset.
A slower day today, thankfully. I made pancakes with strawberry syrup for breakfast, did a little housework, then painted a small 2-tier round table and got a couple mirrors ready for our booths. This is one mirror; i had planned to paint it, but decided to renew the gold with gold wax instead. That stuff is just amazing. On the right is the waxed area, tge left is how it looked originally. Subtle, but definitely better.
My son Derek came over to help us move some heavy stuff. We have had a four-panel black lacquer Chinese room divider in the van for almost a month! It is missing a hinge pin so we couldn't put it in a booth yet, but it was so heavy that I resisted carrying it into the house. Larry and Derek got in inside easily, then moved the buffet I just finished into the van, to take to our booth on Tuesday. Next, they moved an old armoire we no longer needed into the truck to take to Goodwill. My house suddenly feels much bigger!
It is always a delight when Derek comes over. I had just cooked up a big pot of new potatoes and green beans with a ham hock, and he ate 3 bowls with gusto! Before he left he raided the cellar for apple butter, pickled beets and dill pickles. We had time for a nice conversation before he left, and we followed right behind in the truck, trying to beat the next rain and get that armoire to the GW.
A few stops for gas for the mower, zero beer for Larry, and fruit, and we were back home to enjoy a quiet evening on a porch, a rare treat this month since it has been so hot.
The porch conversation meandered. We noted the death of Lindsey Graham, a man I did not like but I am sad that he died so young. At my age (75), 72 seems far too young to die. We talked about the flooding in many places, but fortunately it seems no one lost their home. We talked about the big black snake granddaughter Haley found in her chicken coop, and admired the photos of the flagstones granddaughter Sarah is laying with mortar on her patio. We agreed that a friend needed to dump his problematic, extremely jealous girlfriend, and then reminisced about the various people we dated in our younger years. We petted the dogs and watched the lightning bugs rise from the grass as the tree frogs sang their throaty lullabies.
And that was our Sunday. I hope yours was as pleasant as ours was.
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