Usually when I’m painting it’s not on walls or ceilings but no sooner than I had finished all the spring cleaning, including wall washing (oh, the irony), than Beloved discovered he had some cancellations and would not be traveling. He had a two-week timeframe when he would be available to do some green renovation and paint the house.
I hadn’t contemplated this or I wouldn’t have squandered my time on wall washing, hence, I felt a touch put out. I had to remind myself resistance to change is futile and I needed to seize the day. Making decisions on bamboo, cork, or hardwood, let alone, paint samples was hard as my head wasn’t fully into the project for a day or two. Then I changed my attitude, my preferences kicked in and the work began.
I’m not terrified of heights but I’m not keen on them. Two stages of scaffolding are required for painting the ceiling and I’m happy I’m not the one who will be atop of it.
In essence, we are camping in our own house. Furniture stacked everywhere means that getting to this computer involves traversing an obstacle course. I have misplaced my glasses twice and Beloved can’t find his slippers. Almost everything we own is in boxes and crates, which means we are digging to find what we need when we need it.
For the most part, we are enjoying doing this together as the weather is grand and the doors and windows are open. However, our little dogs are bemused and the cat is totally peeved off.