So, Painting Thoughts & Parents

This is Jenny's old room, I've almost covered the pink with primer!

So, the last couple of days I've been painting two bedrooms downstairs. I'm not done yet, but I'll post pictures when I am.

So, here's the thing about painting: it's hard physical work but it's a nice solitary activity that gives you time to think and listen to the great music on your ipod.

So, here's some of my painting thoughts:

It was 20 years ago this month that we moved into this lovely home on Heather Drive. As we were writing up the offer, the previous owners were painting the room we planned to use as My Dear Husband's office PINK. There was lots of wallpaper, too, which needed to be removed. My parents came to visit us soon after we moved in and they worked SO hard in our new home painting and removing wallpaper, awful jobs which they did for us just out of kindness and because that's the great people they are.

So I was realizing that they were the age I am now when they did this, which makes me even more in awe of them and the great service they rendered. Thanks, Mom and Dad!

I was also thinking about how painting and gardening are solitary activities for me because no one in my family bothers me or comes anywhere close while I'm doing them. They're not taking any chances of be involved. This can be a good thing. I should remember this whenever I need some alone time.

And music. I've been listening to my "Pop" playlist on my iphone which is mostly songs from when I was in high school: The Carpenters, Chicago, Three Dog Night. And some newer stuff like: Celine Dion, Colby Caillat,Yael Naim. And most of the songs are "love songs," which gets me thinking about My Love, Richard aka My Dear Husband.

So, all in all painting is not so bad:

solitude,
gratitude
and romance