Friday, March 18, 2011
I saw my cardiologist yesterday, and he said to just keep taking the Atenolol and I would live forever, which was a relief. I was afraid that he was going to want to do another catherization. Then I weighed in in leeway.
Today I finally got the pressure sprayer out of the box, and couldn't get the detergent tank out of the body of the sprayer, so I had to call the help line to see if brute force was needed. It was. After that all was well until I tried to spray without the detergent, and couldn't get any water through the thing. After reading the entire book all over again, and trying every possible problem fix, I called again. It turns out the quick disconnect has a backflow preventer, and I had installed it backwards. Then it worked.
I had started on a rocker, but the BW came out and before I could go on I had to do two white plastic chairs and the bird bath. She got in on the second chair, and was cutting away at the sidewalk when I told her to just let me know when she was done - at which point she told me to take it. I offered to set it up for her whenever she wanted to mess around out front.
Then I started on the fence. I used the detergent by spraying it over the dark patches, then hit the fence with clear water. I did about two thirds of the back fence in three hours, and finally realized that I had wasted eleven dollars when I bought the detergent. The way this thing cleans is to abrade the dirt away. If I get too close I can make groves in the wood, and have to be careful to keep the spray at a shallow angle, just as the book says. The manufacturer claims 30 degrees is good, but it's hard to keep it at that angle all the time. The net result is that it's sort of work, but the area I cleaned looks like a new fence. I would guess there's another six hours left if I do all the fence.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Yesterday we did a lot of things, but the big one was to make three forays into Home Depot to buy mulch, plants fertilizer, weed N feed, and a pressure sprayer. The clerk convinced me that the cheap one was a bad choice, so I got the best one with electric power. It is supposed to be 1800 PSI but I don't know if it would cut the toe off of steel tipped shoes. It could hurt you though. I had seen one at Costco, but it turns out that the one at Home Depot cost less, generated higher pressure, and had the same features.
I didn't get to open the sprayer last night - getting ready for the Kiwanis banquet tonight, then going around with how much money to give the Historical Society for Murray took a lot of time, and I finally wrote another check today. Having a decision doesn't seem to make things easy because there never is a final decision.
Today I planted 36 Sapphire St. Augustine grass plugs, and did another bunch of chores. I started the day seeing a podiatrist, and finally paid him $270 for three laser treatments for toenail fungus. I hope it works. Anyhow, now it's time to get ready for the banquet (the BW has been working on that for some time) and I still haven't opened the box of the pressure sprayer. It's not like being a kid at Christmas. I guess I'm getting old.
Monday, March 14, 2011
One of the joys of lasting a long time is that various body parts start to work erratically. My latest problem is with the eyes. I seem to be allergic to oak pollen, and it affects my eyes more than the rest of my head. I was never allergic to anything except poison ivy and honeysuckle sap until about 10 years ago. We were living underneath big live oak trees, and the BW was bothered a lot. I hadn't noticed it for the first few years except when she pointed out the yellow dust all over the van. Then one year it seemed as if I had a cold, and I finally realized that maybe it was the oak pollen.
Since then it had gotten worse, and I started being affected two or three months ago. At first I assumed it was dry eyes, and just being an old fart was the cause. When I looked them up on Sparks, it said that age was a big factor, so I just accepted it. But it kept getting worse, and now it drives me up the wall. I tried a number of the BW's suggestions, but the thing that finally helped a lot was to take an antihistamine. It was like magic. Unfortunately, as time goes on, the magic doesn't seem to work as well as it did before. There was a little article in the paper that this is an unusually bad year for tree pollen - possibly a record - so maybe it will slack off in a month or so, but I suspect there will be something else to irritate me then.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Today I reset a whole lot of clocks, read the Sunday paper (especially the comics and Comp USA ad), and washed the inside of the refrigerator while waiting for the BW, who was going to do it. I just started, and by the time she came back it was done.
Then we went to Sweetbay and bought a cart full of groceries. After they were all put away, I spent nearly two hours spraying where the bees weren't thick, but saved some for the Meyer lemon and avacado tree because the bees were swarming there. After that I spend nearly two hours digging out nutsedge and sand burrs, with a few odd weeds thrown in. I kept going until the grocery bag was too full to tie fully closed.
And I didn't overeat, at least so far. Sounds like a miserable Sunday, right?
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