It was a perfect day in the Northwoods. Well ... most days in the Northwoods are perfect. This was just the kind that most other people would also consider perfect - slight breeze, sunny, temp in the high 70's, low humidity, the landscape green and lush. The ticks are on hiatus and if the mosquitoes were out and about I didn't feel one. I decided it would be a good day to paint that wall mounted letter holder I picked up at the library sale. I can use it to hold books/magazines in Mjolnir. As I got started I remembered that it was the rest of my siblings that got the 'painting gene' and not me. Went ahead and painted it the best I could anyway. I'd been meaning to paint the milk can my sister had given me and today seemed a good day to do that. It's now back to a silver color I remember from childhood. Decided now was also a good time to toss all those old paint cans in the utility room. I copied down the specifics of the colors I'd used in the house before tossing each can. Used some to 'touch up' scratch marks on the walls. At sunset, Indy and I got in a final constitutional before settling in for the night. Tomorrow is suppose to be another perfect day.
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