Today I washed the kitchen floor and brought up about 6 cans of paint from the cellar. My counter tops have chipped edging and today I put myself to task to sand and repaint, which I did. As I was in a frenzy, I also cleaned the grout with grout cleaner and a brush. Sadly, I don's see much of a difference. I also covered a few places on the cabinets which have gotten chipped. Unfortunately I didn't realize that paint was OIL until I was well into it. Oil does not wash off, dummy. But saints be praised, I found some mineral spirits so I could clean off the brush, my hands, my rings, etc.
In the morning, I went dancing, not with my usual people but it was a revelry, none the less. Good music, a fine sweat and I danced out the ghosts.
If I don't exercise, I become more morose than usual. I can't even stand myself.
Now the dog needs his romp. A swim in the lake and ball throwing is in order. I'll have to go in too, oh darn.
I haven't been getting enough exercise and my mind knows it and yes, morose is a damn good way to describe it.
ReplyDeleteMs Moon. If I only lived next door. I'd come get you and we could take a dog or not and ramble along the road until we had gotten the pulse rate up and we were sweating (glowing) like proper southern ladies.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't get the vapors but you can.
XXX B
I'm in awe of your commitment to exercising, and thrilled that you do it with dance. Envious, maybe a little.
ReplyDeleteWe just paid to much to have the house exterior painted, and you can't even tell. My husband said it wasn't about aesthetics, but about protecting the wood. Still, I think I should see more than trampled flowers.
My dog needs a romp so badly, as we've been travelling and my teenage son is a terrible dogsitter, but at least he isn't starving. I need a walk too, but the monsoon has set in for the day.
Your new picture is enchanting. I swiped a copy so I can dream in it some more.