Halfway down the second five-gallon bucket of paint.
As with most big projects, I didn’t realize quite how big this project was going to be until I was too far into it to get out. I started painting in early June, and should finish by the end of July. Yesterday, having gotten the big freezers pulled out, I painted the wall behind the freezers and got them put back. There is only one area left to paint, besides Weston’s room (which I don’t plan to paint till fall, after he goes to WVU), and I will have painted the entire downstairs. (I’m waiting to paint that other area until some tools, workshop bench, etc, have been moved to our new outdoor storage building. Which hasn’t been built yet, but will be. Soon. I hope. CROSSING FINGERS.) My enthusiasm for painting is waning by the day. I like to paint, don’t get me wrong, but I’m about painted out–yet at the same time pretty excited about the result.
While Weston and Morgan have been in Texas this summer, I have transformed the downstairs into something they will barely recognize. Summer is both when I have the most time–and am the busiest. I have the most time because my days aren’t broken up by driving around for school and sports, and I’m the busiest because I somehow manage to fill up that extra time with extra projects.
If the downstairs project was finished, I would fill up my time with something else. I’m not very good at doing nothing. (I experimented with doing nothing last summer and haven’t tried it since.) How can you do nothing when there are so many things to do? If nothing needs done right now, I can even do things ahead of time that don’t need done yet! Like, get food ready for the kids! Who aren’t here! (They’ll be back in about two weeks.) Yesterday I made chocolate chip cookie dough, rolled it up in logs, and froze it for Morgan to slice and bake. She likes to bake cookies, but she doesn’t like to make the dough. And I’m such an enabler.
Then I asked her what else she wanted me to put in the downstairs kitchen for her. Since she’s on to me and knows everything I’ve been doing down there, she’s already making plans for her friends to come over as soon as she gets home and have a sleep-over party.
Morgan: “Food. Food I like. I’ve lived with you for 15 years. You know what I like.”
Me: “Okay, here’s my list for you: Onions, okra, green beans, liver, very mild peppers, and rhubarb. Do I have this right?”
Morgan: “Yeah… No. Put cake making stuff in it. The box kind. The other kind is just difficult.”
BOX CAKE?! I ask her to tell me anything she wants and she tells me BOX CAKE?!
Children, they are such a stab in the heart!
I’m gonna make her a homemade cake mix and put it in a box! DON’T TELL HER!
Wait, she’s probably reading this. I GIVE UP.
By the way, here are a couple cute pics of how she and Weston spent THEIR summer vacation. (Fort Worth Stock Yards.)
That doesn’t look like BP! I’m glad that thing is tied up.
I don’t see any paint rollers anywhere, do you?