Sunday, and back working...

I woke up early again on Sunday, so I just read until 9:30 or so. Then I put on a pot of coffee and warmed up the other meat pie and a baked potato for my breakfast.


Once I’d broken my fast, I started to tape off the floor in the downstairs entryway. I stirred up the paint and began to cut in the room.

When I was done cutting in the corners (it’s a weird little room with a lot of odd angles, BTW), I went into the garage and got the sawhorses. I put those in the back yard on the grass and set the dryer platform on top of them. Then I painted all the edges of the plywood and 1x6’s.

Back inside, I filled up the paint tray and began rolling the room. When that was done, I went outside and rolled the dryer platform as well. I finished and had the brush and tray cleaned by 1:30 PM. The roller I just pitched.

Then, and only then, did I take my shower (I figured I’d wait in case of paint splatters).
Now fresh and clean, I tackled another project: sweeping and mopping the tiles in the front entry way (it had gotten walked on one too many times). After that, I took a break and read, waiting for the paint to dry.

When the paint was dry, I took in the platform and put away the sawhorses. Then I started to install the handrail. Things were going okay until one of the bracket screws stopped and I messed up the Phillips head. I went to back it out and then grabbed it. It was so hot; I burned the hell out of my thumb and forefinger on my left hand.

About that time, Carla’s Mother called. We chatted for a while. She seems to be doing okay and said her broken foot doesn’t bother her nearly as much as her back.

After we hung up, I went back to the handrail, but my heart wasn’t in it. I decided I needed to buy another screw. So, it’s semi-installed.

I started making what I thought was going to be a great supper: Stuffed shells. I made up the hamburger, garlic and ricotta cheese filling and had just drained the shells when B___ called. I set the shells on an oiled half-sheet pan (as the recipe directed) and we talked for a while. Apparently, it was too long of a while, because the shells were hard when I tried to stuff them. I put them in a casserole dish that had some pasta sauce on the bottom, added more pasta sauce to the top and some Parmesan cheese and baked them.

The stuffed shells were a complete flop. Crunchy! Thankfully, my side dish (oven roasted asparagus) was not.

I watched some Sunday night TV and went to bed at 11:00 PM