As you can imagine, no leaves got raked in the soaking rain that fell both days this weekend. Please don't call the code enforcement officers, you old farts.
But it was a good weekend for working inside at the new house. We did a couple hours on Saturday and I put in six more on Sunday. My lungs are paying the price now. When I woke up this morning it felt like someone was pressing their hands down on my chest with great force. Ouch. The sheer magnitude of dust is overwhelming.
When my fiance tugged at one corner of the waterbed mattress water started leaking from about four spots onto the carpet. After a flurry of bucket and pot placing, he dashed off the the hardware store while I stayed to monitor the situation (and continue working). He bought some parts, glued them together, and hooked up the hose. He got the hose down the stairs and out the front door just in time, using the elevation change to siphon the mattress. Success!
One task complete, 457 thousand to go.