Painting The House
I learned two things tonight while beginning the gargantuan task of painting the inside of our new house. The first thing I learned is that I suck at painting. The second thing I learned is that there is no way we’re going to be able to get it all done this weekend and that completely screws up our moving in plans and my study plans and every other kind of plans we have. Maybe I’m being a pessimist. Maybe tomorrow will bring better results. But tonight I got one coat of primer on one section of one wall before we left. That’s just not good enough.
I’m excited about this process. I’ve been looking forward to it. That I suck at it is painful. That I won’t be able to get an early start on it tomorrow morning (Saturday) because of my shrink appointment is horrible.
We have neat colors. The woman at the store thought so and so did a random customer who wandered by while she was mixing shit up. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when we’re done. But, I don’t know if we’ll ever be done. I didn’t realize what a pain in the ass it was going to be.
Supposedly Anisa and Bill are coming down to help us out. That will be a good thing. Bill has been a painter by trade and he should have a better idea of what he’s doing than we do. I hope that works out. We’re probably screwed if it doesn’t.