No Picasso, Isn't My Name

The timing was just right. We had enjoyed a hearty breakfast after a good workout at the gym. It wasn't too cold or too hot. The brisk 60ish degree weather made a perfect background for the masterpiece I was about to involve myself in. I put on some old clothes, old shoes and a scarf over my head. I didn't want paint splattering over me or my good clothes. And then the project was to begin. A simple white was the only color to be used. Now I'm ready.

I yelled outside to my husband that I was on my way. After all I took this venture quite seriously. My goal was to make a great impression with my painting. And so the task began.

How I wish I could tell you that my "work of art" would one day be proudly displayed in a world-renowned art museum. Such is not the case.

You see instead of that kind of painting, I was going to help my husband paint our porch and spindles in the front of the house. It was somewhat tedious work but I actually found it to be rather relaxing and therapeutic. And besides, at the rate my husband was going, he would be out there for a lot longer time than he had originally planned.

He had already had a jump-start on me. Two hours later the task was completed. From a novice's perspective, I was actually proud of how it looked. The crispiness of the white stood out boldly. Amazing what a can of paint can do to make things look better. It is our desire to eventually move to a warmer climate. We figure there's no time like the present to start doing things a little at a time in getting our house ready to sell.

But do you know what the problem is once you start doing things that you may not have given a thought to do before? You begin seeing all sorts of things that you want to do. I have already been in the midst of organizing and getting things ready to give to a local thrift store.

Now I want to tackle our kitchen cabinets with a make-over of some kind. And oh wait, there's that rusted out grill in the back yard that I want to rehabilitate back into something useful. Who knows--we may even tackle repainting our cemented porch. It's at least a consideration.

No, I'm not Picasso by any means but I enjoyed my painting experience today and look forward to many more. This turned out to be a simple pleasure and a most enjoyable day.

In the busyness that so often accompanies life, don't forget to take out time and enjoy a simple pleasure too.

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Personal experience