I never really painted much. I think I did the inside of my apartment one time, but it didn't really strike me then how mentally relaxing it can be.
Right now hubs and I are painting the exterior of my stepdaughter & her husbands' house (they work all day and since our biz is slow, we have the time, so why not?). We paint in the mornings, before the sun hits the yardarm and blazes down on us in all its southern California intensity.
Right now I'm doing the priming of some new wood siding. Coverage is key. I feel kinda like Tom Sawyer, white-washing that fence--except I don't want to give up my brush to anyone!
I find my mind wandering at will, replaying the conversations I had on my morning Starbuck's run, remembering my Dad's 80th birthday party for which I flew to Ohio last week, pondering things other bloggers have mentioned and the comments made . . . how often do we get the chance to just mentally BE? Even though life is moving at a slower pace right now, it was a huge relief to not be thinking four steps ahead on things I need to get done, deadlines I should meet, etc.etc.etc. It was like my mind was taking a big deep cleansing breath and exhaling contentedly.
Who knew painting could feel so good?!
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwww! Let me have the brush Tom!I wish I was there painting and letting my mind ramble. I just got turned down for a freelance proof reading job at a publishers and think it could be a HUGE blessing. I already don't have enough time for writing and I almost gave it all up.
YOu're the first to know.
Sorry to miss you and Uncle Frank's Bday. WOW! 80! COngrats!
J
@J--Come on out and join the fun--we're just starting to prime the stucco. That house hasn't been properly painted in 23 years--you can practically hear the paint being sucked in by the walls . . .
Don't give up the writing, you're MUCH too good at it to hang up your keyboard.
I'll send you a pic of us all from the party--miss you like crazy!
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