I Don’t Know About This
The interior of our house really needs a paint job.
I asked a lot of people...
...even hired a guy.
He said ‘Yes.’
I went out and bought the paint.
And then I looked at it every time I walked by the newly purchased paint...
...sent a couple of messages to the kid who wanted to do it.
Nothing.
“Let me try the trim,” I said.
I didn’t have a lot to lose. We are going to replace the carpet anyway.
I took my time.
There was good and bad:
1). It looked all right.
2). My back was destroyed.
But I was invigorated.
“I can do this!”
During the day on Thursday I thought about finishing the small hallway when I got home.
I was flinging paint in a dizzying mess of chaos.
I couldn’t see it properly.
Was I missing a spot or was it the shadow from the lights?
I wasn’t invigorated anymore.
Reaching up, bending over.
“I need a massage!”
I shut off the lights. Left the drop cloth on the rug. The paint could sit right there.
“I felt like I did okay,” I said.
But I didn’t sell it because I just didn’t know.
“I guess we’ll check it in the morning,” I said. “One thing, if I missed something, or it looks like crap, you better not say a word.”
Three things I know for sure:
1). I need an evening off.
2). A Massage is a must.
And
3). I need to find a painter.
Grandpa Fuzzy painted landmarks all over Western New York...
...he probably got a laugh keeping an eye on me.
I asked a lot of people...
...even hired a guy.
He said ‘Yes.’
I went out and bought the paint.
And then I looked at it every time I walked by the newly purchased paint...
...sent a couple of messages to the kid who wanted to do it.
Nothing.
“Let me try the trim,” I said.
I didn’t have a lot to lose. We are going to replace the carpet anyway.
I took my time.
There was good and bad:
1). It looked all right.
2). My back was destroyed.
But I was invigorated.
“I can do this!”
During the day on Thursday I thought about finishing the small hallway when I got home.
I was flinging paint in a dizzying mess of chaos.
I couldn’t see it properly.
Was I missing a spot or was it the shadow from the lights?
I wasn’t invigorated anymore.
Reaching up, bending over.
“I need a massage!”
I shut off the lights. Left the drop cloth on the rug. The paint could sit right there.
“I felt like I did okay,” I said.
But I didn’t sell it because I just didn’t know.
“I guess we’ll check it in the morning,” I said. “One thing, if I missed something, or it looks like crap, you better not say a word.”
Three things I know for sure:
1). I need an evening off.
2). A Massage is a must.
And
3). I need to find a painter.
Grandpa Fuzzy painted landmarks all over Western New York...
...he probably got a laugh keeping an eye on me.
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