I spent a lot of my weekend working in the new pad. Specifically, I was painting a section of the front parlor. And once the painting in the area was finished, I had to clean the shutters because, well, they were dirty and not worthy of the freshly painted walls.
I cannot tell you how pleased I am to get this done. How tickled I feel to look at the completed work. How tired my body is.
The walls aren’t a big deal. Sure – the taping isn’t my favorite part of the process, but it is terribly essential and crisp, clean lines really rev my motor, if you must know. But the floor boards. The floor boards, y’all! In case you missed it, those are by the floor. Which means I have to get down low to paint them. And paint them I must. They’re too aged to clean (I’ve tried) and they’re too stained to ignore (tried that, too). So I crouched down and painted the muthas. 2 coats. By the time I was finished and stood up, I thought I might be permanently hunched. Truth be told, it took me a while to stretch out and regain my full height. And don’t even get me started on cleaning the shutters. That task took twice as long as the painting.
But now the shutters are bright and the painting part is finished. Today I’ll tidy my mistakes and touch-up where needed. Because I’m taking my time in getting the painting done, I’ll move on to another wall later this week. Believe it or not, I’m being patient. Really.
For now, I love the fresh, clean paint and the clean shutters. The whole area looks perky and inviting. I’m too tired to feel pride of ownership when looking at my work though. Maybe once I’ve recovered. And am sitting in the parlor with a drink in my hand. Maybe then I’ll toast me. Maybe by then I’ll see I deserve it.