I spent all day yesterday power washing the deck and getting it ready to be stained/weatherproofed. I had planned on doing that today. Because of the rain, I'm going to have to wait. Oh joy.
The doorbell rang this morning and it was the neighbor kid, who told me his sandal was on my roof. How did it get there? He accidentally tossed it.
I went outside (meanwhile, I'm talking to Paul (ND!) on the phone) and sure enough, there is a white sandal on my roof. Two floors above ground. I don't know how you can accidentally toss a sandal up that high, but there it is. The neighbor kid (who ordinarily is a good kid) was just standing there, watching me. I don't know if he expected me to drag out a ladder and fetch his sandal, but I told him I would not be able to get it today. Meanwhile, Paul is yelling from his end of the phone, telling the kid he'll have to go to Walmart and get a new pair of sandals (his cries went unheard by said neighbor boy).
When Paul is an old man, he's going to be the one yelling at children to get off his lawn.
Now, the neighbor kid is standing outside in his brown, fuzzy bear slippers and is trying to dislodge the sandal with a basketball. The sandal is currently wedged in the gutter. Good luck with that.
My day's plans have been scrapped. So, I don't know what else to do aside from laundry.