Paint On My Mind
I worked on the same paragraph all day at work today and I’m not sure it was any better at the end of the day than it was at the beginning. That’s frustrating. I’m exhausted, though, and that may be why I’m not getting much done. Every evening this week we’re either painting or buying furniture or doing something related to moving into our new place. All day today, in between frustrating spurts of writer’s block, I argued on the phone with Adelphia, trying to get my cable and Internet turned on. There seems to be no end in sight.
We plan on moving in this weekend. We’ve got loads of packing left to do, but we weren’t able to get all the painting done that we needed to get done tonight, so we’re not sure what we’ll do tomorrow. Tomorrow was supposed to be more packing. But, we need to paint all the molding upstairs and downstairs and really, it’s just turning out to be a monster.
The place is looking good. I won’t deny that. At least, Stephanie and I think it’s looking good. And, since we’re the ones that have to live there, I suppose that’s what’s most important.
I can’t wait to get furniture in there and start arranging things. We still have a lot of decorating to do. I need to get to the MFA in Boston to buy a print I’ve been wanting.
I’m excited, but tired. The more things change…