Since I've been very busy and distracted with the house being all torn apart, my children have been putting all of their efforts into driving me crazy. To be fair, it's a short drive. I'll work on finding them a more productive way to channel their energies. Children who have the gall to complain of boredom in my presence will suddenly find themselves with so much to do, they'll long to be bored again.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Look closely- it's what you *don't* see that's important
This week we (and by we I mean me, of course) are doing more painting. Living room, dining room, hallway, and porch are going "Antique White". Even the kids are starting to hate Antique White and all its generic, pale, bland, colorlessness. But house buyers like neutral paint, so neutral we shall go. We really, really are going to sell this house, I swear! Anyways, painting means removing everything from the walls, including the clock that hung on this spot on the wall right here. When you've had a clock in the same place on the wall for the last 10 years, you become accustomed to looking at that spot when you need to check the time. So for the last two days I've been checking the time on a blank wall. You don't realize how often you look at a clock until the clock isn't there anymore. Priority number one this morning is putting it back up.
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