Saturday, June 16, 2007
And now I can see that the furniture looks just the way I thought it would against the blue walls. I still need to finish up the "dressing area" (the giant vanity and two sinks stuck outside the tiny bathroom) and the area behind the TV, which I could not unhook and move because Apollo 13 was on after Mr. Holland's Opus after October Sky, so please, the TV can be moved tomorrow. Please note the elegant Hefty bag dresser scarf I did not move before taking the photo. I did move the beer.
8 hours of painting, people. I am so tired, I can barely see straight. I am going to take a long shower and put clean sheets on the bed that is in the middle of the room, and curl up around 8 tonight. Because I'm 49 this month and that's a wild and crazy Saturday these days. God help me.
The dogs are really sick of this painting crap. They feel sorely neglected. They were not left outside the entire day, they spent most of it lounging in soft beds in the air conditioning, they were outside for five minutes before I took this picture. But I thought it captured their feelings better than the one of Dudley lounging on the Ethan Allen loveseat, or Murphy on his back in his giant soft bed. I have not been at their beck and call today, and they have suffered. Just ask them.