Now I am imagining leaving here again. For all of my efforts at the collecting of things that I don't like about being here, what has come to the forefront of my thoughts is all the things I DO like about being here. Without my permission those thoughts are trampling through my mind and I can't seem to rid myself of them. I like it here. Leaving is a leap into the dark. Where will we go? What kind of a home will we settle on? Where will it be? All week, as I move through our home, I imagine packing it all up. Again. Leaving here will come. I must brace myself for it.
In the meantime, there have been updates to the house that have needed to be done for several summers. This past week I took on two of them. Donning my very messy painting duds, I took on the deck off of the master bedroom and re-stained it. What a job. The stain is very runny and very permanent. But I got the job done and it looks great.
Then I moved on to the front door. It is supposed to be red but the seasons have faded and peeled it until it has looked very sad indeed. I painted it yesterday. Wow, what a difference. It is red and shiny and altogether beautiful. If you like red. Which I do.
Layne on our newly stained deck. |
Me with our bright, shiny and very red front door. |
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