Or, if you’re more into video-watching,
here’s a link to a short adaptation of the piece that gives you a very good interpretation of the story.
But really, this posting isn’t about a great short story;
it’s just an account of one of those jobs we leave for the days of mid-summer.
This year our house is badly in need of paint – especially
all the trim, so that means the doors too.
Because we only have one ladder
(great excuse, sez I), the Dear Man is the one doing all the sanding and
painting of roof-edge trim. That leaves me with the job that at least requires
no climbing – the doors.
As with just about any paint job, the masking took me longer
than the actual painting. I not only taped the doorknob and lock, but the top
and all the edges, as those are supposed to remain white. Only a bit of jumping up onto a chair for the tippy-top. Otherwise, all was on the level.
One problem that did crop up during the job was the fact
that my ‘painting shoes’ decided to choose this afternoon to almost completely
disintegrate.
Good thing this paint job isn’t going to go on for very long!
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