I had the house to myself this weekend and have been itching for a project around the yard recently. The days of being able to do things outside are numbered, and my fence was looking in need of a fresh coat of paint. My dad and I built this fence shortly after we moved in a year and a half ago, and in actuality it never did get a legitimate coat of paint. We (mostly my dad) slapped a couple coats of leftover primer on and left it at that. It looked good enough for a while, but was starting to show it’s age.
But why stop at a paint job when the fence could be improved and extended? Lightbulbs started going off, and Saturday afternoon I had borrowed a K-truck and was gingerly driving it home with a load of wood precariously strapped to the top.
One of the problems with the fence, I decided, was that it didn’t offer any privacy. To be honest, I’m not the concerned about privacy. As the sole foreign inhabitant of this neighborhood, I’ve accepted that people are going to be curious about what I’m doing and I don’t have a huge problem with that (to an extent). But it was a good way to justify a not-totally necessary project.
I managed to finish everything by Sunday, including a coat of paint on the outside of the fence, and with Monday off and my family heading back I was up early putting another coat on the outside and a first coat on the inside.
Privacy improved, though a determined stalker can still get a glimpse.
The yard feels a little cozier on the inside, in a good way.
Elsewhere, garlic and onions have begun sprouting, daikon and turnips are well on their way, and the other veggies have yet to be ravaged by the caterpillars that got them last year. I did have a murderous slug-slaying escapade the other night though…
(By the way, WordPress is losing me. They’ve managed to completely screw up a once seamless blogging platform.)