Lisa recently hired this painting company to paint the vaulted ceiling, first floor living room, hallway towards the bedrooms, and then the small sitting room space just outside the upstairs bedroom suite which open upon and over looks the living room. Oh, and a patch at the top of the stairs leading to the basement, that is visible from the living room.
Now due to my colorblindness and my bone idle laziness, I could not have given a shit about painting those areas, as I was fine with the way they looked. But given that it would have ultimately fallen upon my relentlessly nagged shoulders had I not gone along with her plans, I capitulated.
I would not have wanted to spend a day (or three) going up and down ladders with a paint brush/roller and bucket.
Plus, if it was not to her liking, she could go after the painters. Poor bastards.
Anyway, I didn’t get away unscathed, I still had to move paintings and furniture, and remove light and outlet covers, and patch holes for all of those cable covers I left in place when we moved in, that I never dealt with because I wasn’t sure of how I would get my internet when I moved in, but decided, eight years later, that they had served their usefulness and might as well vanish with some spackle.
Then I had to remove myself and my dogs from the area while the sales rep brought in the painters, a three person team of a father, son and daughter south americans. The father and daughter spoke some English, the son, not uno palabra. Beautiful family.
Now, the one thing I would not let them touch was my huge but delicate flat screen TV. It was such a Herculean effort to get it in place that I told them to leave it in place and paint around and behind it with tiny rollers. And most of all, I told them NOT TO REMOVE THE WIRES FROM THE BACK. They were to just move them around as they painted below the TV.
Well, the good news was that Lisa had to go off and assist Georgie at the girls’ school for a Fall Festival, which just left me and the Beagle Brothers to occupy our time staying out of the way.
But before I got to that, I also had to hump a large leather chair that the grans had completly destroyed by using it as a launching pad to grab onto the top of a basement structural support pylon so they could slide down it repeatly like a fire pole. Tore a huge hole through the leather with their bare feral clawed feet as they climbed it like the preternatural creatures they are.
Anyway, Lisa said it had to go if I was going to salvage my old recliner and couch from upstairs by moving them to the basement. I also had to shift/replace the old basement rug with the upstair versions and shift the old convertable somewhere else.
She first told me that I would have to shift the old convertable to the garage. I told her unless she has a young lover willing to lose his testicles shifting it, it was going on my old testicle power where I want it to. Against the other wall, where it could be opened out into a bed by visitors we will never invite to stay over. In other words, we would only allow people to sleep there only in a post apocalyptic world.
I’ve learned by repeated extended stays of my Australian line, that once you let them in the door, it is impossible to get rid of them.
I’ll hump the large grey recliner couch and my chair around the outside of the house and down to the basement with my handy handtruck. I can use gravity to my advantage. But the leather chair just about did in my legs pulling it backwards up hill to where the recyclables are stored by the end of the driveway. No way I’m shifting a metal pull out frame enhanced convertable up that same incline.
Anyway, I got what I needed to get done in the basement, done.
We’ll have to shift those wooden rockers somewhere else. Another today problem.
So, I then moved to my favorite spot in the chaise lounge under The Old Man with hopes that the torroidal energy would salvage my aching back. Of couse, the Beagle Brothers decided to apply their inverted administration of Ashiatsu (“back walking”) massage therapy every few moments, assuring me that their added weight to my chest would build up my lung strength. This could be very beneficial should a building collapse on me.
Well the highlight of the afternoon weighting (intentional) period for the painters to complete their work was a deep conversation I thought I was having with a lonely crow.
Unfortunately, my computer has chosen now to not let me upload any more photos.
We have a regular visitation by a large Murder of Crows that come by to munch on the bread, berries and crackers we toss out for them.
Well, while I was lying their deep in meditation, I heard the allocutions of what I mistook as one of the crows that got separated from its murder and wanted to hang around a bit to kill some time until they came back for him.
Given that I was at loose ends, I was happy to oblige.
I captured a couple of videos,
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/19sS1FMCKK
I was having a problem with this crow’s dialect, so Claire came over to interpret.
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/17HDpLeqrT/
needless to say, after listening to a few lines she told me that I was talking to a Raven.
I was soooo embarrassed.
Well, since they are cousins, like Riverdale and Kingsbridge teenagers, I still got the gist of what he – I called him Smiley because I just couldn’t get my tongue around his name was telling me.
Claire flled in the other details afterwards. It had to do with that recent helicopter flyover. Enough said.
Anyway, Lisa eventually returned just as the painters were wrapping up.
Lisa walked the house with the father but we’ll need to walk it again in the day light before signing off with the company.
There was a minor issue when I saw that they had removed one of the power cords from behind the TV. Without a power cord it was a large black painting. But the girl’s hands were small enough to reach up and return the plug to its original location deep behind the monstrous but delicate portal.
Well, we (me) shifted the chairs back into place so we could watch TV.
But today we have the new furniture arriving, so I have to get up there and place all of the moved items back to their original spots on the wall and then move the present furniture to the basement, where it will stay until long after the apocalypse I mentioned earlier.
Better keep that Aleve handy.
Well, you fine, five(?) readers go about your errands so that you can get to the fun part of your Saturday.
But no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.
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