Dirty Laundry
189 ViewsI woke up this morning with an attitude problem that wont leave. Not only am I sore all over after so many days doing things I’m not used to and finding I have muscles where I didn’t know that muscles existed but I feel terribly intolerant and uncaring. “What’s new?” you may ask, well …. the muscle ache is new.
Working all day and painting in the evening should be in some way satisfying and it is to the extent that I have beer in the fridge and food in the larder and nice new walls that still need a second coat of indulgence or whatever it’s called. With a name like that it must be aimed at females. It’s a wonder they didn’t give a free bar of chocolate with every cut price can, one of those huge slabs like a doorstep that no normal person could possibly consume in one sitting without being ill. Yeah chocolate really isn’t my thing but sometimes I eat it when bored or if it’s free with the latest wallcovering.
I discovered why the paint was so cheap btw. Must have been old paint. I had to spend an age stirring it to get the colours to mix to one single shade of Armagnac (I didn’t know Armagnac was that colour but then again my tongue has no eyes.) instead of a floating mixture of goldy beige and purple which is what it separated to. Tonight I shall be once again painting the same walls for the second time and hopefully that’ll be an end to it. Well, an end to this end of the room. There’s still the other end to de-yellow. I was beginning to hate that tone of tired happiness gone slightly grubby. Now things are…. well… maybe I’ll post a pic when it’s all done. You can see for yourselves the colour of passion and consider the effort that’s gone into slapping the stuff on crumbling walls without leaving too many drips on the carpet and all without the aid of a safety net.
In other news… I’ve almost caught up with the washing inspired entirely by this track, Bitter Sweet - Dirty Laundry that I’m sadly hooked on until somebody sends me a new one to wear out. And make it snappy… before I implode.
Oh aye…. remember this little mite? It’s now a mammy and it’s still only a kitten itself!
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Oh my!
Now I really wished that I could have helped you. In the paint stores that I frequent they have a timed aggitator, or shaker machine. It’s a double cylindrical vise set-up thing that rapidly duplicates what it would be like to shake a gallon (or two) back and forth and up and down simultaneously.They are supposed to shake it up for three to five minutes to even out the colorant, even if it’s been sitting on the shelf for a month…or seven.
It’s been a while since I made a CD for you. I want to give you something from my jazz collection. I hope that will be allright.
Too bad about the kitten. Bound to happen if it could not be caught and neutered.
So…did you build a trebuchet with which to catapault yur old washer into the ocean?
Well yes they have aggitators here too. We aren’t exactly in the dark ages of technology ya know! Was I going to drive the 25 miles to go back to the paint shop to ask them to aggitate the can to save me having to stir it … nope!
Washing machine responsibly went to the council tip…