So we cracked open the lid once again on the primer, and began painting in earnest the miles and miles of trim we have up here on the third floor. We’re onto the fourth gallon of white semi gloss, and we are finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. When the sun is shining in the back room, I burn a bit more of my retina out with the glare, but that’s the price of progress.
Meanwhile, in the front room of the third floor, the tenant at large was busy with a roll of scotch tape and a stack of colored paper from our last IKEA run (Atlanta). My favorite construction was this pair of seat belts that she outfitted for her chairs (excuse me, van) so that her friends could travel to the baseball game safely. The colored loops were a nice design touch.
The tinker toys come out for some evening construction – this one’s an apartment building with integral fans that you aim across the courtyard into the other tenants’ living rooms. (I suppose if the neighbors are too noisy, you can just freeze them out…or at least blow all the papers off their desks.)
Back windows in the bay are complete, and the paint brush is put down for the night. A few more nights of painting, and the lounge can be put back in front of the windows, and I can curl up with a good book. That’s motivation.
Agreeing with my idea of a good read to celebrate a task well done, E curls up with a bit of Seuss as the sun goes down. It got quiet up there pretty quickly tonight, hope she’s feeling better tomorrow.
Because, of course, it’s back to the working world again.