Well, dammit, I’ve just been busy. And The Mister’s been hoggin my laptop because he values his education or someshit.
Anyway, I patched and painted quite a bit. Spackle, sand, paint. Here and there, all over the house.
I finally painted the ceiling in the hallway behind the dining room. It’s a tiny hallway, perhaps 6×3. I do not like painting ceilings, and that’s the last one I’m going to paint. I will heretofore pay someone else to paint ceilings, because NO.
I also finished painting the trim in that hall, which is 90% door frames.
Today, I will be hanging one of those overdone gallery walls, not because I’m into trends, but because I have approximately eight thousand framed photos of my family and friends, and yes, I do want to display them all, thanks.
If you come to my house, I will expect you to marvel at that hallway and tell me how incredible it looks. I will believe all of your lies, I will not point out the flaws, and then we will eat and drink with merriment.
I only have about six thousand things left to do in the house, most of which involve painting, so I hope I live to be a hundred…or that it rains capable men who love taking orders…really, either would be fine.
Yesterday, I ran errands all day and night, which always exhausts me. I can work all day in my home or yard without feeling exhausted, but going out/driving gives me terrible anxiety. I coped, and I got it done, but as usual, I went to bed with the spins and slept hard, for close to ten hours.
I know my husband supports my endeavors, because, at the grocery store, he said to me something so romantic, something he has never said to me before, “Why don’t we pick up a frozen lasagna?”
I am just livin a dream.