My plans for this week were to drag the remnants of last year's graveyard fence out from under the deck and repair it. The wind and the neighbourhood delinquents had taken their toll on the fence last Halloween. We are talking about plastic window blind slats and styrofoam, after all. But I liked the original idea. It was cheap and easy. Always a winning combination with me. So I've decided to patch it up and perhaps create a couple of new sections. This week's project.
Unfortunately, those good intentions have yet to see the light of day. Mostly because there hasn't been much light during the day. At least not the kind that emanates from the sun. Of the past eleven days, the sun has shone for exactly one of them. The remainder have involved some combination of pouring rain, drizzle, heavy mist, or all of the above. Not ideal conditions for my workshop (aka my deck and backyard). But there is hope. As of this morning, a drying trend, with perhaps some sunshine, is in the forecast for Saturday. Only four more days. So it would appear that this week's project has become this weekend's project. Maybe.
I'm beginning to feel like a character in that Ray Bradbury story. The one in which the sun shines for one day in about eight years and everyone rushes outside to enjoy it. And then back inside again for another eight years. Sounds familiar.