om and splash . . .

OK, so life doesn't really suck.  the birds are chirping again.  the weather is three degrees past glorious.  the beasties are cuddle bums and i shouldn't complain.  so i won't.  so there.

since the pool is slowly deciding not to be green, i thought i would go out and clean the deck and get it ready for use . . .  that translates roughly into me reclining on a lounger, book in hand.  i hosed the deck getting it clean enough to rest the soon to be bleached and scrubbed furniture and cushions, before it gets bleached and scrubbed.  i started with the tables . . . encrusted with mold and pollen . . . and that is as far as i got.  last summer, sloth and i decided the furniture had had it.  it was 14 years old and lived a good life.  the only thing that prevented us from getting the furniture we had looked at was the logistics of getting it home.  so we waited.  i can wait no more.  the tables have all but disintegrated.  i put the brakes on cleaning and hopped on the computer instead, visions of outdoor furniture dancing in my head.

today i am going in search.  and hope they deliver.  please deliver.   i am not replacing the table and four chairs.  we just didn't use them enough to justify the expense.  i am however, looking for three loungers and two side tables.  the deck will be less cluttered that way, which means more room for yoga mats and relaxation after water aerobics.  yep, that's my plan.  om and splash.

Oh, and much more importantly, Happy Birthday, Stacie!!!!