Why Am I Worn Out on a Sunday Evening?
May 15, 2011
I’m whipped. Looking back over the last 48 hours, I’ve:
- Mowed the yard (we’re in that twice-a-week spring mode)
- Hung out around a fire in our driveway with the neighbors
- Made made-to-order omelets and eggs and pan-baked apples (Saturday)
- Attended Alana’s soccer game
- Attended Benton’s soccer game
- Had a fantastic date night
- Made biscuits from scratch and made-to-order omelets and eggs (Sunday)
- Attended Carson’s flag football game
- Tried out a new pizza dough recipe (oregano and basil mixed into the crust) — ’twas a hit
And, in and amongst all of that, I hauled out the design I’d sketched up for a performance stage in our basement for Alana (and others) and her karaoke machine:
The overall dimensions were driven by a box of bamboo flooring that inadvertently moved to Ohio with us (it was left over from the re-flooring of the common areas that we had done before we moved into our last house in Austin). The stage seemed like as good a use for it as any.
I’d gotten the other lumber during a Lowe’s run with Benton last weekend, and I managed to knock out the construction of the stage over the course of this weekend:
The skirt/trim is slated to be painted black, and, with Alana’s birthday coming up next month, I’m expecting lights and a disco ball (and who knows what else Julie will dream up to trick it out) as early summer additions.
Rock on!
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