As Boring As Drying Paint

How is it the the year is flying by, but time at Winterpast is at a standstill? The laundry room project, which in my youth would have been done in an evening, crawls on at a snails pace. Each time I clean the floor for the last time, there is more trim to touch up, or an additional spot on the wall that needs a touch up. Then, there it’s time to wait for the paint to dry. Again.

So far, the products I’ve chosen are wonderful. With the Sherwin Williams paint factory on the outskirt of town, the paint we buy here is the freshest and best quality. Comforting, as I’ll never be painting this laundry room again. In fact, this may be the last painting job I tackle before summer arrives.

Miss Firecracker’s engines are revved up with brakes locked waiting for the green light. For one year she’s been in the process of building a house in California. Her brand spanking new and gorgeous bachelorette pad awaits final inspections. Talk about practicing patience!!!! The worst part of having a new home built is the last week, when everything is finished except the final inspections. Of course, the inspectors are all at the donut shop discussing whatever inspectors discuss. There is nothing more upsetting than being one inspection away from the first night sleeping in a new home.

I envy her new paint job. An entire house of finished painting. How lovely! No ladders or aching shoulders from painting a high ceiling. Just shiny new and every detail her own choosing. Congratulations to Miss Firecracker. How I wish I was there to help you move in and celebrate.

While I’m not complaining, the weather here has been intense and unpredictable. This morning, the heater is humming with the temperature hovering at 45 degrees. Last night, it sprinkled. With our total yearly rainfall estimates at 5″, any rainfall is significant. A few more days of nice spring weather, and then summer will be here to stay. Time to fill Oliver’s pool and enjoy the desert evenings.

Waiting takes patience. Patience is hard to come by sometimes. Especially when nothing much is going on. That’s the situation I find myself in now.

Terrible for a writer’s mind.

Sometimes life in the desert is a little too quiet.

More tomorrow.