Mike and I spent our 29th anniversary doing house projects. Mine was creating a bookcase bed with Kimmi. His was tearing out the front fence and replacing it. We started yesterday. Needless to say we're not finished. He talked me into helping with his fence demolition this morning. He's out dumping the old fence materials. I'm in a chair trying to recall when my forearms last felt this rubbery. Swinging a hammer is harder than it used to be. Since he was to be at the dump anyway, I rounded up all the old paint to go to hazardous waste. Amazing how many coats of paint we've put on this place since we arrived. There were even some colors I couldn't recall ever using. I wonder where they came from.
