I seem to have rather frequent Ah – Ha moments now. I’m thinking, perhaps, as you clear out the crap in your mind, the good stuff has more room to circulate. It only makes sense. Sometimes I actually wonder if I’m the only one that these things just come to…that everyone else is ::eye rolling:: and thinkin’ well, ya NINA….
We painted two walls in the living room yesterday. It was a an awesome shade of green – I loved it – but the room is very dark..lots of windows on the east side but the light is extremely filtered by trees…it is a little better in the winter..but not much. “He” and I complain about it frequently so it is now a flat – darker than off white but lighter than taupe color. I would have gone a little darker, but he reminded me that we are going lighter.
Yesterday was a very fun day for me. He hates to paint, but he was an absolute saint about it. He only got “bitchy” while trimming the last few feet of wall. He listened to my IPOD music, he laughed at my jokes, we had some good conversations…it was just us…well, and Franny. Marley wanted to be outside and all 5 cats were in the basement because cats/paint/paws absolutely do not mix. Getting to my point in a second….I fixed him supper because I wanted to fix him supper, not because we had to eat. I told him how much I appreciated him helping me and doing it so pleasantly…I did some of this sitting on the couch drinking coffee while I waited for him to get ahead of me trimming. What I realized….really realized for the first time…there are very few things I don’t like about “him”. In fact, there are only just a couple…okay…maybe 3…but it hit me yesterday…The things I like about him far outnumber the things I find irritating about him…I had never thought of that before…seriously…when he’s good, he’s really good…but when he is bad…he really irritates me…but after all these years, the bad just isn’t that bad anymore…but the good keeps getting better.
Oh..and I can barely grip a pen today because my hands hurt so bad from holding the roller..and my hip on the right side is killing me along with my left knee from climbing up and down off the ladder..but that hasn’t dampened my spirit at all about painting.
I heard that Phil.