Monday, September 30, 2013

Pride Goeth Before A Fall

I've made great strides on the house the past couple of days.  On Friday I scraped, caulked, and primed the clapboards that Dylan and I (mostly Dylan) hung the day before.

On Saturday, in between the rain, I accomplished a whole list of things without incident or injury:

Cranked open the basement trapdoor
Located the correct (unlabeled) breaker for the outside lights
(And labeled the breaker so I don't have to go through that again.)
Did not get trapped in the scary basement.
(Even though I ran up and down the steps at least four times.)
Cut an electrical cable to the proper length
Stripped the cable
Installed a new outside light
Tested the light (It works!)
Slammed the basement trapdoor shut without mashing my fingers or toes
Got the first coat of paint on the back wall

Picked up that big pile of junk in the middle of the yard
Mopped the floors in the laundry room and kitchen 
Went back outside to admire the back wall again

Boy, I sure did get a lot done.  I was feeling pretty proud of myself.  Pretty proud indeed.

And then I walked into the kitchen, stepped on a cat toy on the wet floor, skated halfway across the room, and nearly knocked myself unconscious when I slid into the closed kitchen door.

Pride literally goeth before a fall.


  1. Stepping on a cat...been there.....done that.

    But back to the house. You would never know that the siding isn't original. Looks great.

    1. I'm really happy with how the siding turned out. Dylan did a great job hanging it. My neighbors probably think I'm crazy--well, actually, I'm sure they know that by now--because I keep going outside to stand on the patio and look at the wall.

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    1. Florian really needs to learn to pick up his toys! :)

  3. Thanks for that laugh! Good reminde, too.

    1. I'm nothing if not entertaining! :)

  4. Glad you are ok! A fall like that could really have been dangerous!

    1. Thanks, Lottie. My head's pretty hard--just ask anyone who knows me! ;)

  5. I can see it happening -- Florian does need to pick up his toys -- it just sounds like something I would do (tripped over my own shoes and broke an ankle in 2009)-- glad you are okay and thanks for the laugh after an extremely long day!

    1. Hi Jean! He's a pretty smart little cat. I'm sure if I bought him a toy box and trained him....well, maybe not. lol