The strangest and most random Beatles’ song that exists is “Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite.” Hands down. I get the story (John saw a poster and literally took the lyrics straight off the poster to write the song), but that doesn’t make it any less weird. This is similar to today’s blog post. Just plain odd.
Here are some of the little developments that I had trouble trying to create a single post about.
The red paint that I picked out (due to ACE Hardware not having a barn red color-what on earth?) didn’t exactly match the barn. I’ve heard it’s Coca-cola red…fire engine red…McDonalds red…but certainly not barn red. Guess I was being fashionable with a two-tone barn.
We purchased windows from the ReNew Store. (Which is fantastic place to purchase reclaimed and slightly used building materials to save you a buck and help out mother earth by being green).
I cut apart this knarly bush/tree thing that has grown into absolute craziness.
We have a new electric pole (with a box currently on the pole itself). And…we now own a defunct electric pole. I’m sure that will come in handy someday.
The new septic tank is just sitting in the yard. You know…because sometimes it’s difficult to use mother nature’s bathroom.