well, we made our way to home depot and got the supplies we needed-- and picked up a much needed cordless weed eater/edger on open items table for $40. AND it works great! SCORE!
Unfortunately, when we got home my mom called to let me know that my grandfather, who had been fighting Alzheimer's for the last several years, had passed away at 2 am. Pop-pop had taken a turn for the worst a few months ago, so I had been prepared for this news...but it always hurts to loose someone. I think it hurts more knowing how much my mom hurts; and hearing her cry makes me cry just thinking about it. She has lost her brother and father within 7 months of one another and yet somehow she holds it together-- I would be a complete broken down zombie, parked on the sofa starring into space.
Anyways... after talking to my mom, I began to tackle the painting. There is a lot of edging to do in a bathroom and lots of little nooks to get behind-- a.k.a the toilet! Most people hate painting, and I can understand why. BUT to me there is something comforting in it--- Maybe its the mind numbing concentration of edging, or rolling the roller up & down. Or maybe it's a combo of the actual act of painting and watching it coat the walls transforming the room into something new and beautiful.
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| Before (was going to paint Red but changed my mind) |
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| After 5 hrs. of painting |
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So... painting was my outlet yesterday. To bad I'm not better at painting landscapes or something, b/c I'm learning that: "When life gets you down, or when your heart aches... paint." |
This usually works for me, glad you found comfort in it.
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