Just stepped outside to lock up. The dew point is 79
degrees. Water condenses along the hairs of my arm. I get a chill coming back inside.
31°C (87.8°F) It rained most of the morning, so we didn’t have to water anything, and it was cool enough that I could do some work outside. While it rained, I finished up my first carpentry project for the house – nothing fancy, just a storage shelf
for the garage.
I’ve never thought of myself as particularly handy, but after stringing cables through the attic, patching sheetrock and reinstalling our dishwasher, I’m getting over my fear. It’s mostly about learning to recover from whatever minor mishaps I have.
I’m still not very fast, though. Partly, it’s because I don’t have a lot of tools (yet), so I usually have to pick up something or other from Home Depot or the hardware store; and partly, because I have to read up on whatever I want to do before I start; but mostly it’s just procrastination
I promised Jenny I would clean up the garage, but I told myself I wouldn’t do it until I finished the shelf – so I could do it “right.” It took a week, but now that it’s done I feel supremely (unjustifiably) capable. And the garage looks darn tidy, if I don’t say so myself.
Today we ate our first tomato of the season. It was a little under-ripe, but we couldn’t wait any longer. With some fresh arugula, balsamic vinegar and a dash of salt, it was tasty, tart and intense.