John has been busy painting away on the house. Every time I ask him what I can do to help he says things like "oh don't be silly, you're already so busy". What he's really saying is "you are way too messy of a painter. I would only have to go back and fix your mistakes. So please, really, just stand there and bring me an occasional glass of tea." But he's too nice to say that. I am fully aware of my shortcomings as a painter, so I'm not offended one bit. However, I do like to be busy with projects outside when it feels this good, so I've been creating my own- cleaning out garden beds, painting furniture, pulling my back while lifting said furniture incorrectly.
Last night I really wanted to eat outside, but we were having soup, which is not exactly conducive to blanket eating. I have been lamenting for quite some time now the fact that we don't have an outdoor table. So last night, I got my act together and made do. I stacked some old concrete pavers that we had cleared out of my dad's yard, and placed an old door across them. Voila! Instant table that didn't cost me anything! I love the adventure of 'making do'. Stretching my creativity in repurposing until it's not such a stretch anymore-
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