.... but the sun is trying to peek out now and then. We had two beautiful days of weather for Thanksgiving and yesterday, with promises from the Weather Wizards that by the middle of next week, our temperatures will be up in the high 70s. (Is there hope for the low 80s?)
As I type, my husband is out in the yard with Handyman Sr. I have no idea what's happening out there, but every once in a while, I hear the buzz of a power tool. Yesterday, before Handyman Senior left for the day, my husband suggested that the paint shavings that had been scraped off would best be cleaned up with the Shop-Vac. Handyman Sr. looked at my husband and said that no customer had ever asked him to do that before.
I know what that means.... it could be the Kiss of Death for Handyman Sr.
My husband got the Shop-Vac from the garage and cleaned up all the paint chips in the flowerbeds, telling Handyman Sr. that he wasn't "another customer," and this is how he'd like it done. As I said.... the Kiss of Death may be around the corner.
Now I hear hammering from outside. Maybe they're putting the fence back up. Those just-repainted pickets look brand new, and I'm hoping that when the lengths of fence go back up on the posts, the entire fence will meet with my husband's approval.
It took us months to find Handyman Sr. I hope this won't be his 'swan song.'
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