The Word B

the time has changed. we jumped forward an hour last night, by some malevovent occurance in the universe the time has been altered. big deal. i still feel like daniel fucking la ruso, without the wax-on wax-off aspect. for the past two full days my days off from work have been days on working. paint the house. paint the house. let me put it this way, i would rather be at work. i do not enjoy painting. however, it has to be done. these things don't just paint themselves.
originally, i thought, "yeah, no worries. i have this baby cranked out in a few days time." well, i was in for a huge surprise after the first day... i think i am now on day 6 of 8-9 hour days myself. this does not include the time put in by a few extremely wonderful friends, who have graciously donated a few hours of their time to come over and roll on some paint on the walls. a little help is much better than none at all. still, i would need a few more people and a few more hours in the day to have the job finished.
last weekend i was hampered by the rain. this weekend it was all green lights, and i was full steam ahead. saturday, i put in a solid 9 hours of painting. on the ladder for 90% of the time. i will pause here to express how much i love working up a ladder. yeah right. today, was different. i stayed on the ground even though the ladder work is still calling me... this morning, i got up early with the day light time change. just to take advantage to the extra hour and so that i am not so screwed up for the remainder of the week at work work, because of the time change.
the final result will look good. until then, we live in a patch work house. i guess it is all fun and games. still, i would rather be loitering at the beach and collecting a paycheck. ha! that will have to wait until tomorrow.
if you feel up to pitching in, scaling a ladder, and painting a wall- feel free to come over. the paint, brushes, rollers, drop clothes, and ladders are all ready to go.