Some hours, days, or weeks the exchange of pleasantries are drowned out by the not so pleasant. Or they’re just downright challenging to describe in favourable terms, instead of inflicting you all with a burst of rantings and ravings and having my thoughts drifting into a negative space, as they do from time to time. I thought it was an opportune moment to spring into action and put some of that energy into painting a few interior walls. As we all know, changing the colour on interior walls has a snowball effect, luckily we don’t have too ample a space that redecorating becomes all-consuming or expensive.
Also, be honest, I quite enjoy painting and viewing the transformation of a room. I have always taken the bull by the horns and learnt how to do things I didn’t think I had the skill to accomplish. Mind you, not all that I tried were a success. One task I managed to learn was the painting within the interior and the exterior of a house to a reasonable standard. The first experience was over thirty years ago when I was single with fewer funds, I learnt how to do basic house maintenance the hard way when I owned my first home as it required a huge amount of love and attention. I set about learning the art of painting via painting the house exterior. While busy scraping off the old paint and slapping on the new, I realised I had an audience, just one young local lad. He was no higher than a grasshopper, though he had a voice that carried a fair distance. Yelling out to me from the safety of my boundary fence, “Hey lady, you not got a fella to do that?”, after my initial surprise, I gathered my thoughts and replied, “I tied him to the kitchen bench”. To be fair to the lad, a Pakeha woman living alone, no man in sight, and no children, was not the usual household in my neighbourhood. For days after that encounter, there was a stream of children quickly scootering past my home trying to see what I was up too next. At least that summer school holidays I was their entertainment if just for a short while.
Back to the here and now, I’ve put away the paint roller and finished for the day, and I’ve managed to scrub off half the paint tin from my hands, and other parts of my body. Now it’s time to have a rest and throw together a few words and a bunch of spring flowers. So here are a few blooming flowers to boost your mood and of course, mine too.