Friday, October 19, 2018

Completing a 10-year-old drainer

Drainers are those tasks we put off doing, even though every time we think of them our energy goes down. For over 10 years, I've wanted my living room ceiling painted. It got painted last in 2002. I remember it well as it was painted the Sunday that my dad died. A friend of a friend with painting experience had agreed to come that day and paint the kitchen and the living room for a price I could afford. So I gave him the keys, went on to the hospital and did the last vigil. Then I went to a friend's house to crash, as I had been up most of the night for several days.

Six years later, I had the walls repainted because the stark white he'd used didn't please me and it had grown dirty with the inevitable city air. But I didn't have anyone willing to paint the ceiling again for something I could afford. So for 10 years, I've wanted to have it done in the same color as the walls, a soft gold white. But the quotes I got for ceiling painting were way beyond me. This fall I determined to get it done, even if I had to do it myself. Turned out I didn't.

My nephew, who is 6'5" was able to do the ceiling with ease and no ladder. He was delighted to have the money for it and I was thrilled to have the ceiling match the walls and be off my list after a decade. Hurray!

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