by Janis Susan
May/Janis Patterson
Okay, it’s November already, so where is Fall? Admittedly
the temperatures have fallen to bearable levels (meaning the sky has gone off
of ‘broil’) but where are those lovely all-too-brief Autumn days? Not here… The
sky is bright blue and that treacherous, nasty sun is glaring right where you
need to see, no matter where you stand. It’s November, for Heaven’s sake! Why
don’t we have the lovely grey and cloud-hung skies that are so emblematic of
November?
Anyway, since it’s now fairly nice outside I decided to run
away from the computer and its unceasing demands for words and do some yard
work. Odd – when I was young and limber I lived in a condo and the only yard
work I did was watering the potted plants on my balcony. Now that I am not so
young and not so limber I have a house and a large yard. Sigh. And in the final
irony, I have decided I like yard work. As long as the weather isn’t too hot.
Or cold.
Today’s chore was one I should have done years ago. We have
a lovely A-frame swing of teak or redwood (I think) which sits on our deck.
Years of hot sun and cold winters have not been kind to the wood, so today –
armed with teak oil, paintbrush and a plastic cup – I went out and started
applying. I should have done it much sooner. The wood was so dry it just
absorbed the oil – inhaled it might be a better term.
The swing is not large; neither is the frame. I worked for
over two hours, but got less than half the frame done in spite of using the
entire tin of oil, and even so part of what I did hardly shows any oil at all.
Obviously it’s going to take several coats to get the wood back in shape, which
indicates a quick trip to the hardware store for more tins of oil. Then
it’s going to take a coat of something waterproof (I need a consultation with
the expert at the store regarding this) to really protect the wood.
Then I weeded, and swept leaves, and did a lot of the other
things a yard continually requires. (Except mow – we hire someone to mow.) It
seems the yard, like the house and the word-hungry computer, is never-ending in
its demands for attention. At last I was tired enough to go back to the
computer and its continual demand for words. That’s my job, that’s what I do –
put words in order, in books and articles and emails… all of which need to be
written. It is my career, has been for many years, and I love it. But it is
nice to get out every so often. When the weather is nice.
