I hate to say it, but I think I might be a (rather unhappy but) slightly better person when JF is away. I watch less television, sleep more, eat better, and get more done.
While he was in the Yukon, I:
- put up some floating shelves
- hired a new handy man
- cleaned the house top to bottom
- practiced my piano scales
- re-organized my filing system
- volunteered a lot
- re-mulched the front garden
He’s only been back for four hours and I can already feel my brain descending into happy slothfulness.
In any case, my greatest accomplishment – while JF was slurping on Bonanza Browns by the Klondike – was painting the attic.
Months ago, my aunt JoAnne (a.k.a. the Paint Fairy) offered to come by and help me finish the sucker. The rest of our home was painted last fall, but somehow the pocked-marked upstairs nook was intimidating. So many unusual angles and corners.
The Paint Fairy’s kind proposal — and my aunt Denise’s paint donation — finally gave me the kicks in the arse I needed.
The job took two coats and a whole day to complete. I couldn’t have asked for better company. We painted, paused for toasted tomato sandwiches, painted more, puttered in my garden, painted again, and then celebrated our success with wine and roasted potatoes.
Here’s the room in stages:
Merci, mes tantes pour vos beaux cadeaux. Our house feels more finished for them.