A while back I was asked one of those weird groups of questions, like what’s your favorite animals, and all the questions have underlying meanings, like that’s how you feel about your mother or death or somesuch. One of the questions was: if you were in an all white room with no doors or windows, what would you do? My answer: paint!
I’ve picked the color. The rickety ladder is in the bedroom. The paintbrush and rollers are waiting. Today, I begin painting my son’s room. My husband and I have painted a couple of rooms in our house together, but this is my first time alone. Yikes! I’m a bit nervous. It could spell d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r, as in spilled paint, globs of mess. Or it could be another kind of disaster altogether. If I’m successful, then watch out world! I’ll have a paint brush in my hand and nothing will be safe!