Brain Damage

Math skills were required yesterday as we – for the third or fourth time – calculated what we need to replace our rickety weathered deck. Actually, it was probably the tenth time, with my husband doing most of the work, and me just throwing a wrench in the process occasionally. (“Let’s do it this way! It would look so cool!”) Of course, Mother Nature threw a bigger wrench into the mental gymnastics.

This would have been easier if I hadn’t been exasperated with having done another tissue-filled load of laundry. Seriously? I didn’t even had a pocket in the load. Back to square one on vacuum duty. At least it was a diversion from the taxing chore of converting feet to inches and adding columns of single digits. The thought “Prevagen” popped into my head.

It was a good exercise, and the man of the house braved the elements to continue moving this project forward. And if anyone talks to my brother, remind him that he’s welcome to take his vacation here, preferably after the shipment of decking arrives.