I've got family room on my elbow.....ceiling in my hair and parts of the bathroom on my knees.Despite regular showers and good scrubbing...I always seem to miss spots of paint on myself.....I reach for my coffee at a restaurant or hand money to a clerk and discovering parts of my body are still covered with paint.
I'm a perfectionist about my walls....but oblivious to what gets on me.
Good thing I'm returning home on Friday for a week......I'll be able to de-spot myself before I have to come up again.
I'm working on my parents house....but it's easier this time.
Hub came up with me for a week....so I don't get as teary eyed...and I don't often find myself sitting and staring at their things...which I do a lot when I'm alone.
As good as I am with some jobs....there are things I'm absolutely clueless about...like changing out light fixtures, sprinkler systems and wiring....so hub came up to provide both technical and emotional support.
Things are progressing in the house.....I have the foyer and almost have the family room done. Painting over their dark wood paneling was a truly a job from hell....or actually Purgatory.
I grew up Catholic and when I was a kid....you could say prayers off a holy card and get out of Purgatory quicker. Purgatory was an end zone after you died if God decided you were bad but not really bad. Apparently you could fry some sins off....and then go on to heaven.
I don't know why...but when I was priming and caulking and re-priming and finally painting....I kept thinking if there was a purgatory and I did end up there....painting over wood paneling should remove about 5,436 days of deep frying.
Obviously....... paint fumes are clouding my cerebral processes.
Well....it's back to the ol'paint brush for me...just a couple more days and I get to go home.
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