The Colors Of My Life

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
Pablo Picasso Quotes - Spanish Artists
Good Morning from Harmony Acres!  The sun is shining and all is well. Becky is off to the Tulsa Airport to catch her plane for Palm Springs, CA. via Denver.  She is expected back from this business trip on Friday night. She e-mailed her final exam for this semester yesterday (so close to that Master's Degree) and has a summer class lined up (she is relentless when she makes a commitment).  We have a small window of opportunity to work together on our home projects beginning next weekend after I get home from work.  

This project has languished so long, I almost forgot the cabinets ever had doors.

With Beck gone this week (miss her already and feeling a little lost); I  need to get to work and make some strides in my home improvement endeavors (need to wait a few days for outside work as the ground is saturated by the rain).  There is so much to do, I am momentarily at a loss as to where to start.  Finish painting the kitchen cabinets? Finish painting the ceiling? Finish painting the garden room?  Paint some of the furniture in the garden room?  I see an ongoing theme here with paint.

First, let's get a plan.  I have to go into Muskogee on Wednesday or Thursday to pick up a package for Becky, so I will plan my week around that.   Checking out my supplies on hand, it looks like finishing the kitchen cabinets is the winner (this has turned into the project from hell. Ever had one of those?)  I can pick up the hardware at Lowe's  on my trip into town and have some of the doors back on by the time Beck gets home. Boy, will she be surprised! This has been a months long project with no end in sight because of the extra work involved with so many animals.

Before

Just Need Hardware to be: After

While I was at it, I decided to go ahead and pull the drawers out and finish painting them (why not? I'm already covered in paint).  The front panel was the only thing that was painted (we did that so we can put the drawer pulls on to pull open). Hence, the name "drawer pulls". 

A work in progress.

It doesn't look like I accomplished much but let me tell you, I am pooped.  Not as young as I used to be; not as old as Methuselah (969 years).  Fall somewhere in between.  No, I won't get any more specific than that and it's not polite to ask my earth years.  My Spiritual age is eternal.  How is it that the conversation always seems to be about me?  I already told you that I am not narcissistic.

I really miss Becky.  She is the other color that makes me sing.  She is my joy, my laughter, my balance.  What a glorious gift from God to be her Mother.  Thank you, Lord!
 

In honor of Mother's Day this Sunday, here's a little something for you.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.

Ann Taylor

 

My Eyes Hurt

Secret #4

 Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless. 

                         Jamie Paolinetti

As usual, the day started early at our house even though we did sleep in until 6:30 a..m. this morning.  I'm ready to get started on the kitchen cabinets but first I have more purging to do in the garden room.  Becky would love to have a space to call her own for blogging and dreaming so we decide the new space we have carved out of the converted garage would be perfect.  One problem:


Mission Impossible?

After toiling for a couple of hours, we begin to see the possibilities.  My sewing and crafting area will face the wall (because I am easily distracted) and Becky's dreaming area will face the windows and the rainbow maker.  A coat of paint, a few more things moved out, peg board mounted on wall, shelving painted and rugs on the concrete floor (until we put down new floor covering) and it will be a place of peace and tranquility.  All of that was on my pre-existing list but not close to the top.  It got bumped.  But until then, this is the best we can do:

Is this picture blurry or do my eyes just hurt?

Then it's back to the cabinet project.  I wash a few doors with soap and water and wait for them to dry.

Molly supervises the gathering of supplies.



Note to self:  always clean pans and brushes immediately after using.



Apparently, my last painting venture was in yellow, now I have to waste time cleaning pan and brushes because I didn't take the time to do it once I had finished my project in yellow. I could just kick myself. 

 Becky will be using Zinsser Bulls Eye 1-2-3 One Coat Primer.

  The helpful salesperson at Lowe's had assured me that sanding first would not be necessary.  Wish we had known that before Becky sanded and cleaned all the rest of the cabinets except the doors. From dark, dreary brown to sparkling clean white, the kitchen is looking like something we could be proud of. 

Becky is amazed at how easy this project is now that she has the proper rollers and paint to do the job.  While she paints, I go to our scary barn to retrieve the rest of the cabinet doors.  Choking on dust and decaying spider guts, I carry the remainder of the doors to the porch.  These things will not enter my home until I have done some serious cleaning.

Just need time to take an allergy pill, and I'll be good as new.

While I'm waiting for my allergy medicine to kick in, I decide to try something my neighbors were telling me about.  Several months ago I paid a plumber $127.50 to unplug my kitchen sink. The sink is still draining just fine but the fear still lingers that one day it won't and I'll have to shell out the cost of a professional unstopper again.  My friend John (who owns an orchard) and my neighbor,Willis (who is a master gardener and cook extraordinaire), assure me that a package of yeast (As in bread -making, I ask? Their look of censure was an answer in itself) poured down the sink and flushed with hot water several times a month will prevent any stinky clogs.  O.K. Why not?  It's a whole lot cheaper than a plumber!  Will let you know how this works out for me.


Note to self:  Clean sink in spare time.

 Well, five cabinet doors left to prime and then I can begin the task of putting a final topcoat on.  Not bad for a days work.  My eyes still hurt (why were we born with sinuses?) but it's not from looking at my kitchen or the garden room.  After I partake of the delicious dinner Becky is preparing tonight, I think a good long soak in Epsom's salt and a good heaping helping of chocolate anything will fix me right up.  Limitations may only live in my mind but somebody better tell my aching muscles. 

Have a good evening and thank you for visiting.