bathroom part eleventy-two
Feb. 14th, 2019 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowWhat is it about paint? Even nice paint takes a third coat to cover, unless my walls are just paint sponges? Or the directions are leading me astray. Anyhow - two coats of edges, followed by two coats of centers in the bathroom, a light blue that dries darker, thank goodness because I thought it was white when I stirred and applied it. And there were still gray undertones over the window and tub, so I played don't-touch-the-ground around the bathroom twice more this morning, adding MOAR PAINT and now it has to dry and then I am just officially over applying paint to the bathroom, it can have its mysterious shadowed walls so long as they are predominantly blue, which they are.
After lunch I shall start bolting things back into the walls, and then with any luck the kitchen will become clearer, and then my cabinets will come and THEN this will be over except for reaching for the wrong drawer for things.
...aaaand I realized this is valentines day, which actually kind means something to me, but not in a way that I think it should mean something to anyone else.
Valentine's Day 1986 was when I finally decided I could cope with the concept of being married. Al and I had been dating since 1981, roughly? He sent me a helium balloon in a box for Valentines day 1981, and it lasted all spring. It became a thing. So five years in, and watching all the friends get hitched, and all the people my parent's age getting divorced was giving me whiplash so I waited for the reviews to come it. And we just had a really nice dinner. One of those ones where there is no hurry and no fuss, and the conversation is brilliant and fun and the surroundings are lovely, and I realized (it sounds so corny in retrospect, but no less true) that we'd had some bad times, and this was the best of times and there are no guarantees and we should just commit. So we did. And then we realized Valentine's day was a truly dreadful anniversary to have, so we keep it on the DL, and give each other the biggest reddest heart balloons we can find.
After lunch I shall start bolting things back into the walls, and then with any luck the kitchen will become clearer, and then my cabinets will come and THEN this will be over except for reaching for the wrong drawer for things.
...aaaand I realized this is valentines day, which actually kind means something to me, but not in a way that I think it should mean something to anyone else.
Valentine's Day 1986 was when I finally decided I could cope with the concept of being married. Al and I had been dating since 1981, roughly? He sent me a helium balloon in a box for Valentines day 1981, and it lasted all spring. It became a thing. So five years in, and watching all the friends get hitched, and all the people my parent's age getting divorced was giving me whiplash so I waited for the reviews to come it. And we just had a really nice dinner. One of those ones where there is no hurry and no fuss, and the conversation is brilliant and fun and the surroundings are lovely, and I realized (it sounds so corny in retrospect, but no less true) that we'd had some bad times, and this was the best of times and there are no guarantees and we should just commit. So we did. And then we realized Valentine's day was a truly dreadful anniversary to have, so we keep it on the DL, and give each other the biggest reddest heart balloons we can find.
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Date: 2019-02-14 11:38 pm (UTC)Oh thank you - it was not what /I /expected at all!
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