I’m finally sitting down for a second to relish an iced soy latte..and to relieve my poor calf muscles, that at the moment feel as though they’ve been hooked up to some midevil torture device. I’ve been standing on a ladder, perched precariously with a trowel and a lovely substance called Plaster Tex. My walls are getting stoned today. As in given a stony, old castle look.
This is a project that I started
about 6 months ago a little while back, and as much as I love doing it….once I had finished one wall, some of the passion I had for getting the whole thing done faded. Cuz I could see how it was gonna turn out. Very cool! And once that little mystery was solved, I was on to bigger and better things like Pinterest and blogging.
Much to my husband, Edward’s dismay.
He is logical, orderly, and one of the hardest workers I have ever known in my lifetime. I’ve often thought that the phrase…Rome wasn’t built in a day ..would never have been uttered had my husband been alive back then. So, I’m quite sure my takin-my-own-sweet-time approach has been a difficult thing to bear. But bless his heart, he hasn’t had much to say. Although I do think I may have detected some exasperated sighs coming from the general direction of the under construction zone. Not to mention the eye rolling. There’s been plenty of that when a child innocently asks..Mom, why is there still painters tape above the window? There’s a grace period to having furniture pulled to the middle of the room, and electrical covers hanging haphazardly off the wall. And I think mine has expired. Like Cousin Eddy says in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation… If that thing had 9 lives, it just spent em all! Whoo! I’m startin to feel like the fried kitty cat…stuck to the bottom of a once lovely recliner.
Which brings me to my gift today. I’m giving the gift of anti-procastination to my family, but mostly to my husband. I’d wager his blood pressure will go down a few notches, and there will be a more peaceful and zen look about him when he discovers that I’ve put the wheels back in motion. Not to mention the fact that it actually makes me feel good too. I swear those walls have been taunting me every time I pass them by….what? you wanna piece of me?? You wouldn’t believe the other rude and callous things they say. I would give em a piece of my mind, but that might qualify me as Completely Wacko…and earn me a one way ticket to the Funny Farm.