This morning, I'm going to beat my own drum. I worked hard for it, so no apologies.
I spent the last several days helping sort their garage into keep and throw. The 'throw' stuff ended up in a trailer to be taken to the solid waste transfer facility (who will then take it to the dump). Yesterday was the day it went. The trash in the trailer weighed in at 2400 pounds. And most of that I had a hand in. Over a ton worth of junk, thrown in over the course of two days and the third morning wherein we dragged an old nasty piece of carpet over the whole thing so nothing would fly out during transport.
Here it is before the carpet...
I am a goddess.
A tired and sore goddess, to be sure, but still a goddess.
Today, a covered trailer is being delivered and we'll start moving the 'keep' stuff into that for storage until they're ready to move it to their new home.
Here's the deck we stained last weekend:
I didn't take a pic of the other deck we stained the weekend before, but here's the garage we painted the weekend before that:
Needless to say, Hubs and I have both been deities up to this point. Especially considering our combined ages equal 117. Add in my BFF and her husband and the total age is 240. Old folks can still kick ass.
I've been at this an average of 4 days a week for the past 4 weeks. It feels good to actually be physically productive for a change. Yes, even as tired and sore as I am. Bruised but unbroken. Go me.
Like I said, today's another day chockfull of work. Tomorrow might be a day off. I think I might need one. LOL
What's up in your world? Any drum beating of your own you'd like to do?