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Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

It’s always a bit of a shock when a vague idea for the future suddenly comes into sharp focus in the here and now. A few weeks ago Ol’ Robbo mused out loud that it would be a good idea to repaint the mawster bedroom and upstairs hall, and now here I am, staring at cans, brushes, and rollers while gulping down a cup or two of early morning covefe before plunging into the actual task. (Thankyew, Mrs. R, otherwise known as She Who Must Be Obeyed, and by whom no vague home improvement idea foolishly blurted out loud by me goes unnoticed.)

One doesn’t think about how much furniture needs to be pushed about until one actually has to do it. Similarly, one doesn’t think about the number of windows, doors, and sundry bits of trim that need navigating until one actually has to do it.


The bedroom is currently a sort of mustard yellow. I’ll be changing it to Whipple blue, which is something close to Wedgewood. That decision took about thirty seconds. On the other hand, Mrs. R and I had a real wrangle over the hall. We agreed on white, but it would seem there are lots and lots of different “whites”. Thus, a long stream of back-and-forth texts yesterday, which my repeated attempts to terminate with “I don’t care, just any white!” proved futile.

By the bye, I happened to glance at the receipt when Mrs. R brought the supplies home. Just when did paint get so darn expensive? (Must be Putin’s fault or the gun manufacturers or sumpin’.)

Well, I’d best be about it. Updates as warranted, although I suppose they’ll be about as interesting as watching paint dry.

UPDATE UNO: Primer is up on bedroom walls. Ol’ Robbo likes primer: Like Martin Luther’s snowfall, it covers up a whole host of prior naughtiness.

I realized that my original ambition to get both bedroom and hall done in two days was wildly over-optimistic. The new plan is bedroom walls today and trim tomorrow, followed by hall at a later date TBD. (Yes, I’m doing the trim anew, too, and we have lots of trim.)

At least I’m not wasting time taping. Tape, like doing a crossword in pencil, is for sissies. Besides, whenever I have tried using it, I just wind up having to make corrections anyway, so why bother? I sometimes think the same thing about using a drop cloth. I always manage to get paint on the floor anyway, and it really acts as nothing more than an extra waypoint.

Whelp, so far, so good. I’ve managed to avoid falling off the ladder or stomping into the pan or whitewashing the cat, so that’s something.

Onward and upward.


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