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I've always known this about myself: I have a finite length of time to do things which require any precision. Painting, wallpapering, anything that requires measurement and accuracy. In the past, I hit that point and instead of stopping I have barreled ahead to just get whatever it is I'm doing over with as fast as I can. Therefore, accuracy goes out the window. It's dumb. I know this. So, in my THIRD try at laying paver patio I am listening to my inner "fuck this shit" and pausing work when I reach that stage. It's going to take me longer, but the end result will be better.
I know. Kindergarten stuff.
I bring it up because I have recently splurged on that jellyfish lamp, and now face repainting my house. I want to kind of beach it up a little. I have a lot of dark accent pieces that will need to be worked on as well as the wall paint and it's gonna take me 17 years to do it since I can paint for about an hour before I go stark raving bored with it. I want to paint a kind of seafoamy green upstairs, one room downstairs surf blue, and another, which gets lit up by the pink rhody during this time of year when the sun hits it just right, kind of a soft peachy sunset color. Living room perhaps a soft gray with an accent wall. And then I gotta tackle the furniture, most of it garbage anyway but I'm not buying new. And the kitchen door. And...
See, it just keeps going. If you give a mouse a cookie kind of scenario. Heh.
Otherwise. I'm working on stretching and have been for months. Somehow as inflexible as ever despite stretching nearly daily for five months. I feel like this is somehow a metaphor for pretty much my whole existence. I try, but remain rigid about everything. Maybe I should start smoking pot.
I'm also going to tackle some posture issues. I have a decent dowager's hump starting, part of it genetic as my mom definitely was heading that way, but also I just plain have awful posture. Rounded shoulders, hunchiness as my resting point. We'll see if I can actually correct it. I just have to be aware and not let myself get curled over, right? Hmm.
Anyway, here's Hank, my stretch buddy. He seriously will sit on the floor where I usually stretch and stare at me until I join him. He loves it, as he has me all to himself for those few minutes. While he kind of gets in the way, how could I rebuff this fellow?
I know. Kindergarten stuff.
I bring it up because I have recently splurged on that jellyfish lamp, and now face repainting my house. I want to kind of beach it up a little. I have a lot of dark accent pieces that will need to be worked on as well as the wall paint and it's gonna take me 17 years to do it since I can paint for about an hour before I go stark raving bored with it. I want to paint a kind of seafoamy green upstairs, one room downstairs surf blue, and another, which gets lit up by the pink rhody during this time of year when the sun hits it just right, kind of a soft peachy sunset color. Living room perhaps a soft gray with an accent wall. And then I gotta tackle the furniture, most of it garbage anyway but I'm not buying new. And the kitchen door. And...
See, it just keeps going. If you give a mouse a cookie kind of scenario. Heh.
Otherwise. I'm working on stretching and have been for months. Somehow as inflexible as ever despite stretching nearly daily for five months. I feel like this is somehow a metaphor for pretty much my whole existence. I try, but remain rigid about everything. Maybe I should start smoking pot.
I'm also going to tackle some posture issues. I have a decent dowager's hump starting, part of it genetic as my mom definitely was heading that way, but also I just plain have awful posture. Rounded shoulders, hunchiness as my resting point. We'll see if I can actually correct it. I just have to be aware and not let myself get curled over, right? Hmm.
Anyway, here's Hank, my stretch buddy. He seriously will sit on the floor where I usually stretch and stare at me until I join him. He loves it, as he has me all to himself for those few minutes. While he kind of gets in the way, how could I rebuff this fellow?
