So, it's Wednesday
I am going to clean camp.
no before pics,
it was THAT bad!
I put wide tape on my painting table
to protect it.
Works great, but a bear to take off and replace.
At least an hour of picking and messing.
but it was done....
I say this because it was the only thing
I regretted in the chain of events
that followed that.
Camp somewhat cleaned,
tape replaced, sitting down to paint,
JWS walks in with the light that I have
asking ok nagging to have put in for a little while
at least a month.
We get a chair and he starts.
I turn my back to clean up some more stuff
This is what ensued!
JWS is only minor hurt.
I am struggling holding back laughter.
all I can think about it how long it took to pull
that tape off of the table.
JWS thinks that he can fix that table.
he doesn't have the same view
that I have.
And really, what make a 200+ pound
man think that he can stand on a
60 year old table?
I clean up the mess,
he finishes the light.
I do some shifting of tables because
well you know,
I just happened to have a few more tables.
Cover it with tape,
do some rearranging
I am back in business.
Better than ever!
And my happy place is back!