Yes, Jim, the deck is done. I think the name Terra Cotta would be more accurate than Cedar Bark, which is what it's called. I don't dislike it anymore; I dragged all the furniture -- except a heavy wrought iron bench and the grill -- back onto it and redecorated with all the plants. It was just an overwhelming amount of color when there was nothing to break it up. Plus, I had gotten used to the blandness of gray, weathered wood.
I am now aware of two things. The first is that birds flying overhead poop on my deck with amazing regularity, especially after eating those wretched purple mulberries. The second is just how bad my deck had gotten. Yesterday it rained for about two minutes, and water actually beaded up on the new finish; before, it just soaked into the naked wood.
So, are you folks in Wisconsin getting rain? Yesterday, I had just finished shoring up the "temporary" run for the Taj Ma-Coop (okay, it's been in place for more than a year, but someday it will be replaced), when there were great rumbles of thunder and the first rain drops. I hurried and put away all the parts and tools I had gotten out to tackle the ducks' bath tub ramp. Two minutes later, the rain was over. Not enough to help with anything, and I didn't feel like dragging everything outside again.
Mice normally aren't a problem until fall, but this week has been a doozy. Basement cats left me half a mouse on their floor, a rapidly decomposing mouse managed to die inside a trap in Jim's old room and I found a drowned one in the goats' water yesterday. At least I haven't come across live ones.
Flies, on the other hand, are everywhere. I swear I've swatted at least a couple of dozen indoors in the last 24 hours and am heading to town today because Bomgaars is having a sale on the ones I like for the goats/sheep pens.
Sounds like a big week for everybody -- Jim's feeling better, Anjanet's daughter is marking milestones, and Lisa -- although you seem to be having some garden issues, you are still doing better than I am. I FINALLY saw a couple of small squashes on my vines; then, I saw that something had already taken a bite out of them! Might just pull up the vines to reduce my daily disappointment.