Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream, and Covered Bridge. It would seem as if I was going on a summer picnic of sorts. Building a fort of my imagination with summers best kept secrets
Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream, and Covered Bridge are awaiting me inside in a day long task. For now I am out in a chair kissing the sun for a moment playing with my friend. Its beams delicate as they grace my skin. For the rest of day I will be inside. The sun will have to wait for me, I can not play the whole day through. So placid, how I wish
Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream, and Covered Bridge oh how I wish these were metaphors for something splendid. A soothing glass of cold iced tea in hand, as I spread my blanket about. Do I wish for a dash of cream, as I look out over the Covered Bridge reflecting off the water sparkle
Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream, and Covered Bridge will be in hand, but I will not be laying on a blanket. Crouched on bended knees with paint brush in hand working all the daunting edges and corners. These are the paint colors for the walls in our house. Today I get to be tiny like a mouse, and go about all the places no one large can fit in to. Of all the days today has to be so sunny. I wish I was a giant. Wishing this job did not call for a petite frame such as mine. I would be ban from painting, if there was such a ban in that of a paint can
Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream, and Covered Bridge. What have we gotten ourselves into? What a marvelous pallete though. Apparently the up and coming colors. Covered Bridge for the accent wall that stands over 15 feet tall. Here is the thing these 3 colors I have seen so much of in the past couple weeks. I honestly could care less to ever see them again. Painting is so mundane, and it is not as if it is in the making of a creation. Wrists are cockeyed with every brush stoke. Watchful for error, my eye balls begin to blur. Stir, and dip hopefully no drips. Roll and slather. 9 working days until our house goes up for sale
Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream (screams), and Covered Bridge. Why can’t it be in that of a picnic? Okay fine, I will not whine or pine anymore. Can I snore away in my chair as I am writing, sun kissed for just a second more with each sleepy eye. I am vying for time that is quite obvious. The sun I will have to miss. One last kiss, make it good
Ice Tea, Ice Tea with Cream, and Covered Bridge. I must say goodbye. As they wait for me to tend to them. Goodbye Sunny day. Inside is where I shall be. Hauled up with roller in hand, laying on the floor with no blanket or sun. For I have much work to be done. God give me a mind set to muster another day inside under cover. Covered Bridge that is…
Beautiful writing.
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Thank you. A little word fun in my mundane painting day. Painting interior walls is so mundane it is not even funny. It is all I can to keep smiling. I still have a ton to do too. Pray everyday that the Lord carries me through. 😵
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Music can help. You can get your praise on while painting!
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I listen to music, but is still boring lol. Just done so much of it. 😯
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That’s a lot of painting. I’ve done that. We may have to do it next week. Paint most of the rooms, upstairs and downstairs! I’ll have to wait to see if it’s boring or funny…
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So boring!!! I can not think of anything so mundane. I try so many things to try and make it exciting. Nothing helps. It looks nice when it is done that is about it. The molding, and edges are the most trying. Just boring!!
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Oh, it’s just something needs to be done, but not fun!! Hmmm…
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BORING LOL😯😵😄
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Okay, I’ll be boring next week…………..
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