A friend of mine calls days like this "A heavy day". This is because you feel like stayin at home, curling up in a blanket, watchin movies, and...well you get the picture. I am a big fan of heavy days but I also get anxious and bored pretty easily. While my sister, Sallie, trys to study, I can't be dancing and singing and chatting. Yes, I'm 23 yeras old but when I can't exercise, my energy is released in musical themes. For some reason, which I have yet to figure out, people find it obnoxious.
Today my heavy day consists of even more home decorating. I'm painting the basement. I am finally covering up the tacky, vineyard-inspiried mural that was so graciously left, four years ago, by our preceeding owners.
It was easier than I had originally thought. I rolled over the meticulous, handpainted artwork with vigor. The best way I know how to explain my emotion it this. It's a similar gratification when you see a day old sandcastle at the beach and make the devilish decision to run and jump right on top of it! Ah, it feels good!
With one coat finished, Mom has run to get the "Fig Leaf" (dark green) paint for the lower half of the room - a bead board. We will finish coat number two and start on the bead board. Love it!
p.s. Heavy days are also for mindless blogging!
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