There's nothing like the advent of Christmas and the anticipated arrival of relatives to get one's ass in gear. Last night my mother-in-law arrived on an eastbound Westjet from British Columbia. Like a dutiful son(-in-law) I met her at the airport, winter boots in hand. Hey' we've got snow. In Kelowna, they're still water skiing. Well not quite, but they are a tad warmer and snowless.
Plane: leaving it to the last minute is sure to result in a close shave
All this to say the exodus has begun. My brother-in-law and his son arrive on the weekend and the cousins and their kids from Montreal and Wichita will be Aylmer-bound Christmas eve. The kids and grandkids will be here Christmas day.
But back to yesterday. With 5 hours to spare before I'd see the white's of the eyes of the first family member I finally got around to doing a couple of odd jobs. You have to understand, I'm a last-minute kind of guy. In university, I used to count off the penalty points for missing my essay deadline with enough marks to spare to actually pass the course. Yeah, well that was beyond last minute, so you get the idea.
But yesterday I decided to finally plane those 3 doors that stuck. One of them was the door to grandma's bedroom. Better late than never! So I cut it close (pun intended) going at it on the day of her arrival. That wasn't so bad. It didn't take long. And I even vacuumed up all the wood shavings. What a guy, eh?
Now I just have to paint those doors where I planed them. My brother-in-law's coming on the weekend? Hell, I've got 5 days yet! Lotsa time.
Paint: a little dab'll do ya