Painting Sucks

I’m not really allowed to do a lot of painting around here.

I did paint the interior of our house a few years back, and it was a horrendous experience.

I vowed that I’d never do a big paint job again.

But we have concrete outside that was looking worn, and I remembered doing that job in a half a Saturday.

I may have misremembered.

And how much of a mess could I make of it. It’s on the ground. I could kick the paint can over and cover a lot of it.

My idea was to do a couple of steps a day each night after work.

Which is difficult for me because I like to finish a task once I start it.

Yesterday was day three of a the week-long experience, and I’m tired of it.

Kneeling and bending over aren’t quite as much fun these days.

My back hurts.

My knees hurt.

I need more paint.

“It looks good,” I said….

…because no one else said it.

A couple more days.

Painting sucks.