Wednesday, August 8, 2007
INSTANT GRATIFICATION
Spent a lovely weekend on Cape Cod with most of my family.My brother and I played golf (naturally, we were paired with 2 guys from Connecticut), we dined on the water, we enjoyed each other's company. All in all, a nice family weekend.
But the best part? I power washed my mother's deck.
As I noted in a previous post, I am a person of limited talent when it comes to home improvement and/or tools.
But last year, a friend turned me on to this little baby electric power washer. I borrowed it, and was enthralled. So my wife bought me one for our anniversary. (If a power washer doesn't say 'love', what does?)
It takes no skill whatsoever to use this thing, so I'm good with it.
And in a couple of hours, I took this deck and turned the clock back 25 years on it. Good as new. Except for the one rotted board it blew away. (My brother will replace it. He has skills.)
I love power washing. It's kind of like vacuuming and spray painting at the same time. (I can do both without hurting myself.)
And why do I love power washing?
Instant gratification. First there's dirt, then there's not.
That's why I do windows. First there's dirt, then there's not.
That's why I don't do laundry. No instant gratification.
That's why I vacuum. First there's dirt, then there's not. (And sometimes you can even HEAR the dirt!)
That's why I don't really cook. No instant gratification.
I used to feel that way about mowing the lawn.
Then I traded the mower to a neighbor for four dozen Titleists.
Now THAT was instant gratification.
Posted at 12:19 AM by Gerry
3 Comments:
Again, thank you for the smile and chuckle... 1 hour to go and I can go home!
Linda
a boy and his pressure washer. what a weenie! but at least you are honest.
I am an honest little weenie, aren't I?
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