On the second day of my new job I was given an office of my own. I got all teary-eyed. I’ve never had a job that came with an office. Right away I thought of a theme for my little place. I needed to plan and purchase several things to make it happen. Even though I once loved to paint, I do not anymore. I had learned my lesson years ago. But here I go again.
I was ready to paint last weekend when I got the call that I needed to get to Dad in Florida. Since I am home now, and I need to keep my mind busy, I decided to paint today. Even with a splitting headache.
I got to the office and realized I forgot my bag of painting items that I need. Tape, edger, angled brush, paint stirs, etc. Oh well, I’ll make due. The office has some things in the storeroom that I can use and replace later.
I taped up the wall and started to trim. I thought my head was going to burst while trimming above my head. I really should have waited for another day. I got the roller out and stepped up on the stool and started to paint. When I came down off the stool and I stepped right into the paint pan. Yeah, I did that.
I finished that wall and decided to paint the opposite wall where the door is because I wasn’t quite tortured enough yet. I thought it would be simple, but no. Trimming was an aggravating mess with a ton of touch ups, and I see that both walls are going to need a second coat.
Currently, I am blogging while I watch paint dry. I would like to go home. I’d like to be in Florida. My mind is racing. I feel guilty to be here when Dad is not doing so well but then I feel guilty being there and not doing things that need to be done here, like painting or my job. I can’t help Dad no matter where I am. It doesn’t make it any easier though. So, I guess I’ll watch the paint dry, think about Dad, and see what needs to be touched up…again. Tomorrow I’ll hang my pictures.
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