Mass Organization Against Insurmountable Odds

My day began simply enough, helping Hubby hunt for another lost tool.  He has hot pink paint and will paint this the same color as his tongs if we ever find it.  I suspect after he sharpened his blades he drove away to Bush Hog with tools on the deck and they are some where on this farm. I looked in a garden cart sorting tools from trash...Hubby is infamous for tossing with talent.

The wagon was full of ants and eggs.  They did not like me disturbing their nests and were frantically hauling eggs to their imagined safety.  I had to find a new job until they settled down.

I stupidly picked this one to help Hubby get organized.

So I began...one square foot at a time.

First job was to empty the left corner, 

move an oil barrel and find what Dad had stored inside.

I dredged with a stick and hung oily items to drain into the barrel.  We had steel traps, log chains, and truck chains.  I still have something I can't quite remove.  It will be a hard earned surprise.

Remind me that I said Dirty hands are happy hands.

This was totally disgusting.

The barrel is probably more valuable than the items I rescued.

I had company.

Four square feet of stuff sorted

and many, many feet to go.

I know I will regret saying this but

Dirty feet are Happy feet.

A Job On Every Front...

I've had a favorite snake for years.  A plaster snake who has seen better days.  I could not part with him even if he was broken.  Hand painted by me, he has aged far quicker than I have.

So last night I thought of a solution.  Cobra was broken at the base but still had a solid rod through the center of his body.

The idea hit!  Gorilla Glue and DryDex Spackling might just work.

In the center of my room, I began.  Gorilla Glue was the first ingredient.  Gotta make those edges stick.

We don't live in the land of cobras but people still step back just a little when they run into one.
Knowing me, you can guess I move it around a lot...or I did before he was broken.

I've missed my little buddy. Hiding in some flowers or just sitting at the end of a sofa, he rarely goes unnoticed.

So repairs progressed.  Spackling and glue drying on my hands.  A little sanding, some carving of snake scales, and a new creative coat of paint and Cobra will rejoin my collection of fun.

Please note the ingenious use of scissors to prop him in place while it dries in the perfect snake position.

This gentleman is probably twenty years old a simple plaster cast on wire but he is dear to me. 

Next time you see him, beware, he will blend in very well and my fun will continue.