Finished the sanding on the door frames last evening. I'm not proud of the job, and had to keep arguing with myself to stop.
It can't ever be perfect, in this house.
This is probably only temporary anyway.
It is already so much better than it was, and I lived with it just fine like it was for 30 years.
Washed frames, removed dust from everywhere, including wet-mopping the floor. Didn't want the cat running through dust because it might contain lead. I'm taking a couple of days off to rethink the next step and catch up with routine stuff.
Change subject. Searching through pictures for another thread I ran across this one of my father and me. It had to be 1956 or 1957, so I was about 10-11:
There was no information on the picture at all but I remember the approximate route we took to get there. My parents (pretended to?) let me do the mapping on trips, so I've always loved maps. Cranked up Google again last night and names started coming back.
That lake is called Bain Lake, near Port Loring, Ontario, Canada. We were staying at a cabin on nearby Seagull Lake, but the fishing was supposed to be better at this lake. That fish is a Northern Pike, and we caught at least 4 of them that evening and ate them.
The cabin had no electricity or running water, a wood cookstove, an open ceiling with mice that ran across the ceiling joists at night. There was an ice box and an ice house. You had to dig down through lots of sawdust and haul up a big chunk of ice, which had been cut from the lake in the winter. For events that happened when you were a kid, you tend to remember only things that would interest a kid, don't you? Too bad.
I guess everyone has good long term memory. It's the short term that you need to worry about. But I like puzzles, so it was a fun exercise.
