This painting is getting tedious but little by little I am beginning to feel the satisfaction of "mission accomplished." Well, mission in the process of being accomplished, anyway. When it comes to household upkeep, is it ever really all accomplished? First of all, I don't like to paint. Neither did Bob. As a result, the painting chores were always put off or left undone and that was perfectly okay with both of us. Sooner or later, one of us would "cave" and have a short-lived painting spree. These days, I'm finding it somewhat more enjoyable by doing only small areas at a time. That way, I'm finished for the day before it starts to wear on me. It's not so much the actual painting that I dislike; it's all the prep work that I have no patience for and the dissemblance of normalcy that makes me twitchy.
My options were to either continue marking time with my daily monologue consisting of: "I really should get at that one of these days" or I could begin this (painting-of-the-doors) journey the same as any other -- one step at a time; beginning with that all important first step, which is to start! It was a tussle to conjure up that initial step but there is fulfillment now in what I have done having taken it.
What a time it was! I cannot even begin to say where I have "been" during those peaceful, thought-filled hours. I have reflected on the past, found contentment in the present and have contemplated the future. Why, I have traveled randomly through time! I smiled, I sang, I was quiet, and I cried. It was a good "trip."
I think I'll do the stairs next. Or maybe the woodwork in the music room. And the kitchen ceiling really needs to be done, too...but there's no way I'm doing that!
Although, I do have one of those extension handles.......
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