Trip to paint store…convinced top of line line product is necessary
Notified by builders that my sills are drooping, or some such technical mumbo-jumbo
Get my new glasses and everything looks like Alice in Wonderland, but am told to give them a chance for a few days, progressives take time to get used to
Open a new can of over-priced paint and discover it’s the consistency of pudding
My sills are being lifted!
Construction and landscape people everywhere. They take down 3/4’s of a hedge and leave one big middle finger of brush waving in the wind. I decide it looks pretty through the new prism style view finders that I paid hundreds of dollars for.
I call paint store to confirm correctness of pudding consistency, and on high-level-painter advice add a little water to mix.
My two picture windows have sunken into their frames sometime in the past two decades. On the bright side; New windows!
Several headaches and a near car accident later, I decide the new glasses are not right. Go to eye-glass store and optician says, “It’s a wonder you could see at all.” When I look at myself in the mirror at eyeglass store I notice I have two completely different earrings on. Clerk says she thought that was the look I was going for and shrugs. I wonder what else I mis-matched since attaining new specs.
4th trip to paint store only to be convinced blue pudding is what I want, just add a little more water or use a stiff brush. I think, I should use an ice scraper to apply this stuff.
Later in the day I feel pride as I notice several people staring at my house and the progress we are making only to realize they are making fun of my Wilt Chamberlain middle-finger bush-hedge-thingy.
Deciding if I want to go and pick up new glasses or just stay fuzzy-eyed with mis-matched accessories
Buck up and get new-improved glasses, walk past the ugly hedge, past the paint cans, and decide to be a writer again.
Back at my trusty writing desk I realize if I had just kept my old glasses I might go into happy oblivion of the chaos around me.
How was your week?