Work Week #2 at the Cabin: Interior

Last month, the kids and I spent a week at the cabin 1) to celebrate Kyla’s birthday, 2) to kick off our lifetime’s most unusual school year, and 3) so I could do heaps and mounds of exterior maintenance. This time, I was ready to tackle the inside.

Guests do all sorts of head-scratching damage. There were large dents in some bedroom walls in really usual places. The boogers dried onto the bedrooms walls weren’t all Wes’s, and the dirty footprints in the same places weren’t all Kyla’s. We got there Saturday afternoon, and by midnight, I had the kids’ room repainted. [Since I had been there a little earlier to meet the exterminator, I had washed and patched the room then.]

I got 3 gallons of the same paint* and painted all three bedrooms and the landing over the week.

*Calming Cream, from the Joanna Gaines collection at Ace, satin, $50/gallon, for my own records.

This was the most time-consuming project, but not the worst. Tuesday was my day to use a wrist-torquing high-powered drill and hole saw to drill a 4″ hole behind the dryer. The original dryer vent went through the floor, kinking through the crawl space, and out a perpendicular wall. When we had the new dryer installed about 5 years ago, I never noticed they used a non-standard (read: COMPLETELY WRONG!) hose. That, combined with the long, winding venting path led to longer and longer drying times, which is pretty much the bottleneck in turning over a short-term rental quickly for new guests. It took hours, and lots of “Ouch, ouch, DAMN!’s”, and even when I tunneled all the way through, the pipe didn’t quite fit. Fortunately, my parents came over the next day and Dad has quite the useful and esoteric tool collection. He had just the right sort of power tool to smooth out the few ridges preventing the tube to go through. In just minutes, we had the new vent installed. Thank you, Dad!!

The final task was to get rid of the mice, the mouse poop, and, completely related, thoroughly disinfect the entire downstairs. We have owned the cabin for 8 years, almost to the day, before our first signs of mice. One guest canceled because of the mice, and another postponed their trip, but after the joint efforts of pest control and myself, we have not found any new evidence and hope to button up this problem soon.

On our very last evening before finally getting to go back home to Dwayne, I built a bonfire fueled with the pruned cherry tree branches I had piled up last time I was here. The kids had their sausage roast and s’mores. Our fav kids (and parents!) joined us. There are few more delightful moments than kids just playing–jumping, hiding, running, and doing the Penguins Drinking Tea camp song. It was a delightful way to end the week, even if not quite as good as a solo paddleboard hour.

Once again, Mischief Managed!

A Bright Spot in the Middle of a Work Week

One day soon, I will go to the cabin and enjoy it. In the meantime, I settle for enjoying getting needed work done. And this.

The kids were done with school (aka tantrums) for the day, the rains were imminently forecasted, I had reached daylight in my tunneling, and had plenty of dark coming to paint after the kids went to bed, so I took off with my paddleboard.

An almost-deserted Goss Lake

+ almost too warm with the sun on my sweatshirt as the sun slanted down into evening

+ waterproof sleeve for my phone with an audible Robert Galbraith mystery

+ me, myself, and I (my best friends)

= best paddleboard evening I’ve ever had

The Garage

I was able to ignore the garage even 6 months into the pandemic. But when the air quality forces us indoors, I started to crack. And then RBG died, and I got mad— mad enough to start cleaning (sorting, scrubbing, painting, organizing) the garage. At least the messier half.

We never properly cleaned out this space when we moved in; it still had some house-related debris on shelves. It had all been painted at some point, but it was old and there was not a storage shelf that did not have evidence of mice on it. And the rodents were nothing compared to the spiders!

The bleach came out as did my fancy painting duds.

I’m not ashamed. I’m 45 and if I’m not actually a ringer for Rosie the Riveter, I’m close enough for my own happiness.

Luckily, on my list to get rid of were cans of paint of colors we have long since abandoned, so I had plenty of color to put a shine on the space.

I can’t finish the project until The Great Construction Project of 2020 is completed, but I’m pretty happy with it so far. And I’d rather be angry and organized than mad and messy. How’s that for a life motto?

RIP: RBG & Inaugural Paddleboard Outing

To cap a particularly crappy week in a crappy year, Ruth Bader Ginsberg died Friday.

I has started the day hoping to complete this week by breathing air outside today, preferably on a paddle board at the local lake, now that the air advisory had gone from purple to orange, and was forecasted green soon. But how can one enjoy that in a world without the notorious RBG?

As Dwayne often points out, life can be more “ands” than “ors”.

Ruth has certainly more than earned a rest, and if the wrong person died (#NotWishingMcConnellManyHappyReturns), then Goddess needs to deal with it. But for now, all I could do was wear my “You Can’t Spell Truth without RUTH” t-shirt, and take her paddleboarding with me 4 times in 3 days.

Dwayne and Wes joined me for our inaugural paddling–a HUGE gift from Dwayne to celebrate his birthday. I have been longing for a SUP (Stand Up Paddleboard) even before my first rental of one, and even more this summer when we found ourselves camping my beautiful, paddle-worthy lakes.

Kyla joined Dwayne and I later that weekend on the slough for a very late evening adventure, and I also went another time with Dwayne, and a separate time with two good friends that weekend. And with Ruth. Ruth, not even smelling too bad by Sunday joined me each time.

RIP RBG

Not That This Will Solve Anything….

I bought the kids each their own laundry basket this week. Kyla already had one she uses with some skill, but Rosie “Not Dead Yet” Whitefoot peed in it, which inspired my basket spree. The idea was to get rid of the hamper in the kids’ bathroom that was just as likely to have clothes around it than it was in it…was a preposition between family anyway?

But of course my kids were ecstatic to receive their new baskets! They didn’t see them as hampers but as an excuse to play their old game, Bucket Head.

For any of you relic readers, you may remember earlier bucket head sightings, here and here and here.