For years, summer has meant the MR’s folks coming for a visit. Way back when, they used to arrive in late-June to sell fireworks and then stick around until early September when they finished selling copper art and jewelry at the King County fair.
Now that they’re getting older, they’ve cut back on the number of shows they do, but they still manage a few weeks in Washington each year.
When company comes, some people take them to the Space Needle and a tour of downtown, or Mount Rainier and Snoqualmie Falls. Well, MeeMee and Papa lived in the Seattle area for years, so instead of showing them a good time, we just put them to work.
Remember my genie in a bottle handyman? (Check it out here.) He’s back in full force, and boy do I have a list of things for him to do.
That cute red shelf that used to hang in Sweet Miss’ room at the old house has found a home over the ironing board.
Now, I have the perfect place for my spray starch and water bottle, and it is no longer on the floor just waiting to be hung.
When I showed Papa Larry the hooks I bought at Ikea and told him my plan, He said they were too nice for the garage and bought a rail system with hooks for all the random dining chairs and lawn chairs that were scattered around the floor.
We’ve never had so much room in the garage. (OK, so we did just bring back the cradle the MR’s grandpa made for the girls before they were born. It was at his aunt and uncle’s house and will now find its home in the upstairs storage room, but the floor really is quite clean at the moment.)
And the pictures we took down in the guest room when the painters came back in February–a year ago–they finally found their way back up on the walls. Suddenly, that room looks a lot more warm and welcoming.
A little something personal, loosely referred to as art, can brighten up a space and make it feel like home.
Some jobs get done before I even ask. The barbecue broke loose last winter and banged up the deck railing. He had the hand rail sanded and painted in a jiffy. And when Baby Girl went to the store last week, she found Papa lying on the ground in the driveway sharpening the mower blades.
I don’t want to say the MR would never have gotten these things done, it’s just that he has his own to-do list. When you’re recoating the blacktop, mowing the lawn, weedeating the orchard, barbecuing burgers, driving to a family reunion, going to church, and watching World Cup, sometimes you don’t have time for your wife’s little projects.
Thanks Papa for all your help. While us girls are headed out for pedicures, we have some planters that need sanding and painting if you’re up for it.
Can’t say I don’t know how to show a fella a good time.
What’s on the honey-do list at your house?