Buffet Britches & Bees

Last minute push to CO; painting, and trimming is how we spent our July 4th weekend literally every day from sun up to sun down. Maybe it’s the paint fumes, but despite our exhausted bodies, depleted budget, and the gruesome humidity our good spirits are still intact. The plumber finished yesterday – we have water for the first time in the Oak since we purchased the property.  Today the electrician finishes, the LP tank is being buried and excavation is being finished, and all the gas appliances are being connected because Thursday is CO inspection!!

So about the britches and bees. First – “buffet britches” is my endearing term for elastic waisted stretch pants – the kind one might wish to wear to a buffet to take advantage of an all-you-can-eat bar. Let’s be real, buffet britches are nothing more than pajama bottoms sewn from day-wear fabrics. I ❤ buffet britches which I pronounce boo-fay. I have one pair that have been relegated to painting-only for which I was wearing on Sunday while assisting Keith power washing.  He knocked down a wasp’s nest in the eaves of the screen porch and a furious displaced wasp found it’s way past Keith’s ample buffet shorts, to my long britches and made it’s way to my calf for the first sting, and then up past an old pair of too loose undies, and stung me twice on my twerkle parts. Keith was still power washing until he saw me drop my drawers and the buffet britches in one swift move and began my own fat, fifty-something version of twerking. Confused by my bazaar behavior, Keith jumped off the ladder and came running just as the wasp crawled out of the fabric and flew away.  (And that visual will be with you for a long time to come.) 🙂

The screened porch will be my most favorite room in the house. I had a gas heater installed so that we can enjoy the room even when the weather turns colder. By painting the room the dark color (same as the exterior), it’s as if you’re walking into a darkened 3D movie theatre with the magnificent surroundings of the property being shown nonstop via the screened openings. Then there’s the subtle smells of the lake and the rain forest, the rustling of the creek, and the call of the bullfrogs…

Soon, very soon, we will be living in our small little dream home…it’s been a sacrifice for all involved; the sellers, the workers, the tradesmen, and well – this picture says it all, right? But Keith’s still smiling.