Between the Lines

I am inclined to complete painting the inside of the cabin this weekend...finally.  The south end has been much more challenging than the north, not only because of the bunk area, which is now done, but because the bead board is so damaged because of the weathering it has endured from the wind and snow blowing in around the door and window in that end of the room.

I've been filling the worst cracks, but it is not easy to keep the Spackle between the lines...

 
In order to get the Spackle in the cracks, I have to get so much product on my Spackle knife that I get more on the flat surfaces than I do in the cracks and I must keep flipping my knife so the Spackle building up on the edges doesn't fall off.  So now I'm going to have a lot of sanding to do before I can paint.  And sanding causes dust and I don't have a vacuum.

I had addressed part of this the evening of the day I painted the bunk area and did more today, but finally quit when I realized I was trembling from the physical stress of doing the job overhead and standing on either a not-too-stable chair or the hide-a-bed, which was too low and felt like a trampoline.  I still have the area right in front of the door to do and the coat-rack wall and under the window.

But I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off, driving to Longmont and going to the chiropractor.  I've put it off for weeks.  In fact, my last visit was before Thanksgiving!  Talk about needing a tune-up.  Each time I experienced any back pain this winter, usually after slipping and catching myself on icy or snowy surfaces, I'd recover in a few days.  But after I caught my leg in that deep snow...

in the area leading from the blacktop over to the creek and keeled over (I told my brother I felt like Artie Johnson on his tricycle, if you're old enough to remember Laugh-In), I haven't been able to recuperate on my own even though it didn't hurt when it happened.

My neighbors, Ted and Peg, had invited me to join a group of Eldora residents who apparently get together for dinner every Friday night at a restaurant in Nederland (I guess it's sort of like hazing...you have to live through one full winter in order to rate an invitation), but I'll plan to go next Friday instead.

I've never enjoyed decorating for Easter as much as I do for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Just don't like those pastel colors, so haven't done anything.  I did notice yesterday when I was in Boulder, however, that nature was decorating at the lower altitudes.

Are you decorating for the holiday?  Teddee