The new accent chair arrived, and the only problem is that it makes the rest of the living room look old and worn. I think we must paint the walls and ceiling again, the second time in 30 years. And do something about our floors, ruined by dozens of dogs, cats and grandchildren.
After our dog walk today, David went upstairs “to die” as he put it. Yesterday, he strained himself pulling the chair from its flimsy protective wrapping. You know you are getting older when cutting up a cardboard box pulls a muscle or two or three. Now he’s laying on his bed with the two dogs. Three old dogs he says.
I am amusing myself by reading other people’s blogs. I read my Lincoln book and the paper most of the morning, but decided I needed a change. I will start this post now and finish it later.
The other thing we did yesterday was pour six bottles of distilled vinegar on the brick walk out back. A vinegar smell assaults you as you step out the back door. We use the vinegar to make the walkway hostile to grass. Combined with the 70 degree temperatures, the grass begins to wither.
Can someone explain why grass grows where you don’t want it? Meanwhile, the front yard looks like a battlefield. David keeps throwing grass seed out, but the birds say thank you and cart it off as fast as he spreads it.
General Stillwell’s House Chong Qing (Photo credit: Pondspider)
David is up now and going to the store for 6 more bottles of vinegar. Who was Vinegar Joe? he asks.
I don’t know.
General Joe Stillwell who led Allied troops in SE Asia in WWII.
Like I remember.