Little painter reporting in

The second coat went on so easily . . . and then I tackled the area that serves as entrance to the laundry room, the back vestibule and the garage. Three doors, solid wood ones with five panels. Lordy, it took forever. It doesn’t look too good now, but I’m hoping the second coat will remain my faithful friend.

I have my aspirin bottle sitting right here next to me. Maybe I’ll just be a little preemptive.

Waiting for the aspirin to kick in

On April Fool’s Day, I painted, going up and down the ladder I don’t know how many times – not to mention moving the ladder back and forth. Then I contorted myself and painted way low down to the floor. I’d say all this stuff I did at 20, 30 and 40 and 50 ain’t as inconsequential now that I am 60+++++.
I guess maybe I was my own April Fool.

But, it’s okay; it’s better to be able to do things than not. And, today, after this aspirin kicks in I am going to do it again. Today will be easier – second coats always are, especially the psychological part of seeing the forgiving aspect of that second coat.

I think I’ll forgo my walk today, given my sore muscles; I walked yesterday and by nightfall, I felt as if my legs and feet were like “L‘s”.

Okay, here I go.