This was a very productive weekend for us, as it was raining buckets on Saturday and we tackled some of the things on our "honey-do" list. I had been waiting not always so patiently for hubby to change a few curtain rods for the really cool curtains that have been sitting in the closet for weeks on end. After making a mad dash to the garage for the step ladder, the work began in earnest. Hubby was up on the ladder, taking down the old curtain rods, muttering about how stupid it is that one screw in each end was phillips, and one was a straight screw, which necessitated the changing of the bit in the cordless drill, my thoughts were "big damn deal, it involved turning the friggin bit around". Hubby is most happy bitching about the things that other people do. His views are that it is some kind of conspiracy against him in all things that don't go right the very first time. He managed to knock the drill off the shelf on the ladder no less than 4 times, and swore like a sailor each and every time it happened. How the curtain rods got changed out, is way beyond my comprehension.
Sunday we woke up to beautiful sunny skies and more work, only this time of the outside variety. We have this horribly messy apple tree on one side of the driveway, intertwined with some other kind of tree that bears some kind of red berries. We had both had just about enough of the mess, one time backing the viper up the driveway, I had an apple fall and damn near knocked me out, thankfully it landed in the front of my shirt, as opposed to my head. Rodney got out the chainsaw and went to town. I was helping pick up the branches and loading them into the cart behind the wheeler. After dumping the cart in the woods and coming back for another load, he is trying to back the trailer up to where we were working, and getting seriously hurt in the process. It took him no less than 10 tries, and progressively cussing worse with each attempt. I wasn't very smart in pointing out to him after he finally got the thing where it needed to be, that he gets angry when Ryan throws a hissy fit over foolish things, and that he is where Ryan got his lesson on proper fit-throwing. I got a look and figured it would be a good idea for me to let that one go, before a fight ensued.
Anyway, lots of progress on all the things that we would like to take care of before the snow flies, we still have a bunch left. Hopefully, mother nature will cooperate with our plans.