
First Clue that I was Clueless:
I went to the local paint store to pick out white paint. Who knew there are a gazillion whites, and all the brushes, rollers, and trays to buy?
Second Clue that I Missed:
I spoke with a good friend about my week-end plans. She talked about how the repetitive action with immediate results is so satisfying. How she finds painting relaxing. She also makes her own mayonnaise.
Third Clue that went over my Head:
My husband volunteered to help take things off the walls and move furniture to the middle of the room. He then scattered, disappeared, MIA, didn't answer his cell phone.
Reality 1: Took 3 coats of paint to cover. I had to buy more paint and brushes.
Reality 2: My shoulders, neck, and thighs hurt. I did not find it relaxing.
Reality 3: Stepping over cords and squeezing between desks makes the job harder.
Mid way through the project I called my 86 year old Mother and told her what I was doing. Her reply, "Are you Crazy?"I called my sister and told her "I hate painting". She said, "You are just finding that out now!"
Was this act of craziness on my part the entrepreneurial spirit gone wild?
Was it a menopausal hot flash that fried my brain cells?
Did I have an estrogen drain that depleted my better judgment?
Can you relate??? But look at the picture, it sure is BRIGHT!
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