I have had a lovely, sunny, summery day today. And I did next to nothing. I enjoyed the sunshine; I ate the huge breakfast my hubby cooked; and eventually I did some of the dishes. I’d intended to paint my scavenged trellises a bit more – but only if the hubby could help me remember what odd place I’d left the paint tin. Instead we ended up with a huge crisis in which a tin of clear varnish was not only upside down and opened up and spilled everywhere, but did so inside The Closet Of Doom. Hence things like toolboxes, old paint tins, step stools, work gloves, ironing boards – and our Dyson – were coated liberally with acrylic varnish. Yay! After cleaning that enormous mess up, I no longer had any desire to paint, so I sat and read in the sun for several more hours.
The hardship, the horror. I know, I know.
I had to move out front as there was no more sunshine in the back garden. Now, I grew up in the American south, and it just isn’t done to sit out front of your house and drink a beer unless you qualify as po’ white trash (I am white, what other color trash could I be?), but I get sunshine so rarely that I just had to. My concession to being sort-of-in-public was to take a shower first. Good thing I did, because I just wouldn’t have been respectable enough to listen to my neighbour’s teenage son and his friend – who were conversing a few yards away in his driveway – fart loudly and giggle softly if my hair wasn’t clean.
Eventually, the sun gave up on me and I relocated to the back garden again where iDJ was preparing to have a BBQ and, of course, had the tunes a-goin. I stopped trying to read about serial killers and took pictures of Spot trying to open the sliding glass door with one pathetic kitty-arm:
You can’t blame him, really. Both of his people and his dog were outside (see Neko in the reflection?). And because iDJ has to have music allllll the time, the door was open a crack to allow for the speaker-wires. I understand, being a sun-worshiper myself. But I’ll stay in my yard, and he won’t, the bad boy.
Evening ended up with lovely sausages and burgers and me being dead tired but having to get up extra-early for some physiotherapy on my back. Somehow I think a few more hours in the sun would do me a better turn…
Spot’s arm might be pathetic but just look at those heroic gams.
Ha! He does stand on his hind legs a lot, they probably are pretty muscular!
Those cat arm pix are the funniest thing! Nothing like a determined cat. (Ha – dogs ruled this day!)
It is pretty funny to see him waving it about as if he can pull the outdoors inside with him. Not so funny when he does manage to move the door! He’s a strong guy. It was nice to have outside time with the dogeen for a change, too!
How’s the back faring? I’m pretty sure you’re right, actually; Vitamin D reduces muscular pain, so we now read. And a seventyish friend of mine swears to it. Sunbathe naked. Say it’s for medical reasons.
I got down to a sports bra and short-shorts, but only in the privacy of my back garden 🙂 All the medical reasons in the world aren’t going to keep teenage boys from ogling me – yuck. The back… it got better for a bit because I am sitting straighter at work – but now it hurts in new places. The PT is a lovely lady, but too gentle. The excercises she gives me are pretty useless, too. I miss my chiropractor.
Those Prison Break pix are brilliant. Laughed out loud. Gotta love cats. No doubt, I’ve missed something that would make this all clear, but does your cat not go out? Or was he ignoring the catflap 3 feet away….Like mine do.
Not allowed out unless on his harness & lead – which he loves. But then he screams all the time for it. Not that he doesn’t scream all the time anyway! But I refuse to let the animals train me – that’s hubby’s job.
And how’s he doing with training you? Is that what you meant?
Ha! Hell no. He lets the animals train HIM. Something I have no luck in doing whatsoever. Maybe I should try meowing…
He looks really determined to get the door open, with that one arm! Brave cat, very brave!
And a BBQ? I lóóóóóve BBQ’s, but I barely do it, because our balcony is too small to BBQ outside. I hope it al tasted very good!
It was! But something didn’t agree with me and I came home at 12. I’ve been in the sun ever since – when not forced indoors.
I wish I could stay in the sun for so long!
Other than the clean up part, it sounds like a heavenly day. The pictures are hilarious!!!!!
Yep, tis what happens when a place called The Closet of Doom is involved. Oh well! I got a bit out of breath, out of panic over making sure my floors weren’t ruined, but otherwise, it wasn’t too hellish. Poor Spottie-pants, eh? I’m a sun-slut, so I really feel for him when we are all outside and he isn’t.
He seemed quite determined to join you!
ROFL at the pics. As for the front porch sitting, here in the South it is acceptable for all social groups to sit on the front porch. It’s a way to socialize with others.
Well, in LA (lower Alabama, aka the Redneck Rivera) you just didn’t do such things in town. Maybe it was my part of town, which did consist of more trailers than not… and my folks being respectable-like, and all… Then again, I don’t have a ‘porch’ so I’m pretty much settin in our driveway!