Picassco I'm Not (Day 687)

September has been the month of visitors, not because of the weather here though. Its been overcast, rainy, cool, with very occasional sun breaks. Nancy's parents were here for a week breaking in the place; we must have passed as a home designed for old folks. They slept, ate, visited, and no one got hurt, fell down, or maimed. Bill did complain about the echo chamber nature of the great room, but then again he's on highly amplified hearing aids. June (Bill's wife), a self affirmed cat hater, fell in love with Maggie the cat and threatened to take her home in her luggage. We had to check before we went to the airport.

Then our sailing friends (Scott and Lynda) came up from Vegas to see what green trees look like (they need a dose of reality every few months) and sail their gorgeous 1954 Concorida yawl—Sumatra. They were here on and off for a long weekend—easy guests who are breaking in the upstairs bedroom.

While the visitors were here, I mostly primed, sanded and painted trim. Finished off the man cave windows, the guest bath room and master bath (trim), and got started on the upstairs bedroom. There are five bare wood windows and two primed doors & trim to do upstairs, so that is probably a week of painting (sand, prime, resand, and two finish coats). I should have shot this stuff with a gun, but with all the other painting finished I don't want to deal with the overspray. So every day I do a coat on a couple of windows, then I'll do the doors and trim. By then, the oak flooring will be acclimated and we'll be ready to lay it and the tile floors in the bathroom.

Not much else to report. Looks like the salt water season is over. Crabs have gone to sleep and the water/wx is getting too cool for boating, so its back to bowling for dollars and bingo. Just kidding, we're saving those adventure sports for our Golden Years (2015+).