This weekend, Mo was in California for the Cal-Berkeley Rugby Coaches Camp, led by his hero Jack Clark -- the winningest college rugby coach in history. I had a long list of things to do in his absence, none of which were "strip, sand and stain the french doors to the patio."
(Photo taken last year when a sweet stray cat chose our patio table as a lounger. Rosie was not pleased.)
So naturally, Saturday afternoon rolled around and I just started picking at the peeling veneer on the doors. Don't know why. Can't help myself. Into the dark of Saturday night. All day on Sunday. I think of it as a spontaneous demonstration of my OCD. Nevertheless, I am pleased with the results. White doors!
(Photo taken last year when a sweet stray cat chose our patio table as a lounger. Rosie was not pleased.)
So naturally, Saturday afternoon rolled around and I just started picking at the peeling veneer on the doors. Don't know why. Can't help myself. Into the dark of Saturday night. All day on Sunday. I think of it as a spontaneous demonstration of my OCD. Nevertheless, I am pleased with the results. White doors!
