Project Friday

So, I lied. There was more painting to be done.

This time I pulled out the big guns though.

I am not messing around this time. It is time to call in the professionals. They work cheap (Bear Paws and juice boxes). I will let you know how it turns out. Not sure how fast they work. If they are anything like their Mother, it may take a while...

:)

Sing a Song of Thursday

I've got blue skies
on a wintry day!
When it's cold outside
pushing a vacuum warms me up, I'd say...

Yes, I'd say on Thursday

that a clean house

is more welcome for play.

So mopping, mopping, mopping

Is what I'll do today.

Yeah mopping, mopping, mopping

May the floors come clean, I pray!

Laundry spins

and toys have been put away

lunch is gone,

but yet  at the table I stay

I don't want to do it,

but the floor is embarrassingly gray.

So mopping, mopping, mopping

Is what I'll do today.

Yeah mopping, mopping, mopping

May the floors come clean, I pray!

Ohhh, mopping, mopping, mopping!

Lord my nerves they fray,

but mopping, mopping, mopping

Needs to be done, so good day...

January Sun

Sunny days
Few and far between.
Catch the fleeting rays
   When they are to be seen

Cold, frosty breath
Icicles trace timelines
Winter at its finest
   Glittering  against crystal blue skylines

The warmth is in the heart
Sun drops tipping heads up
Surrender a widening smile
   To the bottom of the coffee cup

The faces walking by
Do they feel the sun's kiss?
Embrace the best of the season!
   Can we tell it is something we miss?

STOP THE PRESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Put your paintbrushes down
Slowly, slowly. That's it.

It is done.

That's right. You heard me. The last coat of paint is drying on the bay window. The brushes and rollers are downstairs washed and drying. And I don't even have to go flying out the door to pick up the kids and deliver them to a wet world. AMAZING. To be fair the room has not yet been put back together, but OMG the paint cans are GONE!! I have even hung a couple of pictures. I haven't tried my hand at the electrical yet, but I thought I would share (just in case that step goes badly). AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

J & G: part IV

This old man sits staring through damaged eyes. How many years ago did he become old? Was it yesterday that this body had these wrinkles? When did these scars appear? By whose hand? Mine? Oh. Yes, it all comes back to me.

The scars on the surface are minor. They mask the scars that still throb on the inside. They are old and often forgotten, but not gone. A flip of the hand in a certain way brings back flashes. The flashes will never fade. Old eyes still look into a boy’s soul. Can I ever have been so young? Could I ever have been so vulnerable? Yes. Sadly, yes. A lifetime of running and searching. Running from a nightmare that will never end. The nightmare that started so many years ago, by a man that has walked the spirit world many years himself. Such power in such awful acts. Uncaring acts that leave the search for peace an odyssey with no horizon in sight. Absolution for an unasked for violation. That is what is sought.