This morning's 5:00 am lightning kept me in bed one more hour, and then, up for coffee and nowhere to go: not down the road on a run, not up on a ladder to paint...the pesky lightning just intermittently paid a calling card.
So at 7:00 am, I headed into town to get groceries - we were out of milk, which puts us coffee drinkers in dire straits. I pulled into the giant (and empty) parking lot, and a sign caught my eye:
Roses - $2.00
Really? Six rose bushes and quite a few groceries later, I headed home to sunshine and began planting my roses. (My rule is: Purchase only what plants you can put in the ground today.") After the rose-planting biz, I put on my painting clothes (more on that later), and commenced scampering up and down and up and down the paint ladders.
Boy, am I having a fun summer. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It should be a mountain in Colorado instead of a ladder in rural Kansas.
My painting clothes? I have 2 pairs of sweats cut off just below the knee (not unlike a fetching pair of kicky capris, only they're not.) A week into this "Let's Paint the House"- themed summer, I went to the Wal Mart and purchased a 6-pack of white cotton t-shirts for a princely sum of $8.00, and I am making good use of them each day. My sweat-capris and white t-shirts have all sorts of paint spatters on them. If I see a "drip" on the house, I catch it with my thumb (or hand, if it's a REALY big problem), and then I smear it across my sweats or shirt. No rags needed for this painter.
Yep. I am professional. No doubt about it.
This evening I am making vegetarian quesadillas. I have never made a quesadilla. In fact, I am not sure I have ever eaten one. I had to call daughter Gillian on Cape Cod to ask her about the structure of a dang quesadilla. ("Dang Quesadilla" is something the college boy Graham ate last weekend at a local cafe, so he told me, and I think that is what planted this epicurial seed in my head.) That Spouse o' Mine is off on a lengthy bike ride, and I hear the college boy Graham readying for a run (10 miles or so?), and that means I have a bit of time to figure out this dang quesadilla business.
And time to get the paint off my hands. By the way: the house is looking really nice!