Friday, November 12, 2010

What I see when I close my eyes

This. White paint, white roller, white trim. We spent our Veterans' Day painting trim and priming walls in the entire upstairs. Two rooms are now ready for wall paint. One is close. That is the story.

Today my arms feel somewhat like jello. This weekend, our parents are coming to stand good-naturedly in our freezing, empty construction-zone shell of a house, and eat plum cake off of paper plates. That is what family is for.

Diesel has been accompanying us , of course. He's now completely blind, and getting used to the new house has been interesting. I'm pretty sure he thinks of Gilbertsville as "That House Where All the Walls are in the Wrong Places and I Keep Getting Paint on Me." He's a definite fan of the yard, though. So are we.

This is one of the views from my craft room. In a year's time, this view will contain a large and thoroughly fenced vegetable garden. We'll get to that, the fence-building and the garden-digging. Someday. After the painting.


Danielle and Clint said... take me back to when I first got our home! It was such an exhausting and joyous feeling!

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