Me too. When I go on vacation, that's what I'm going to do--someday, but I don't know anybody but Paris, who can afford a two month vacation, so I work.
And to stay upbeat amid the flooded basement, perpetual water hammer, splitting wood, mowing lawn, sanding paint, cleaning, moving furniture, baking, washing, I remind myself, this is not a vacation, this is merely a breath of fresh air in the form of a delightful change of venue.
Which is why I'm painting again today.
2 comments:
I don't know that painting ever gives anyone a "breath of fresh air" with the yucky smell of the paint - however the fresh look is another matter! I wish I had your energy!
It's always a vacation in UTAH! no matter what you're doing! :)
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