I guess my hands still smell of paint and varnish.
Ah, it was a long weekend but our scheduled painting job for the roof is finally finished. They were also able to paint our concrete fence the other day. I love the “gentle peach” look of the latter. The roof was done in Spanish red. Next weekend, when it’s my son’s days off again, we will retouch the steel grills attached to it. I repainted our grotto and the surrounding wall and had a grand time retouching our concrete garden chairs and table as well. Mom is amazed that I could also use a paint brush…haha. She hasn’t seen me before on my knees doing some hard job of repainting. She is always appreciative of everything saying “wow, ang ganda”. Josef retouched our two gates and made finishing touches on our dining set. I still have another DIY project to do. I have three rattan baskets that I need to clean. I am thinking of applying the same clear varnish to make it presentable. I do occasionally use them as fruit and bread baskets. These remind me of those times that we used to visit Dapitan Arcade and tried searching for some home decor which are locally made but are export overruns. When one is lucky enough, you can find cheap rattan accessories, table accent pieces and cute catch-all boxes which you could embellish with ribbons and such.
I have missed reading other blogs for the past four days, still trying to catch up and finish a book I have started a few days ago. It’s the 29th anniversary of the EDSA People Power Revolution today and they only declared no classes. Poor commuters and office workers are stuck in heavy traffic right now because of a few people joining a rally occupying the southbound lane of EDSA. They used to declare this day as a special non-working holiday, I wonder why it’s only classes which were suspended. The kids now don’t even know the meaning of the EDSA revolution. They could never duplicate what happened in February 1986, they could never replicate the millions of people who went to EDSA with one common goal – to oust a tyrant leader. It seems today, each has her/his own personal agenda. Gone are the times when commemorating such event was a happy affair.