Randy and I visited friends last month and painted the old appliances that someone dumped on their mountain years ago. It was fun. I can’t wait to go back next month to continue the project. Ever since then, I’ve been wanting to paint something. I don’t identify myself as an artist in any way. I have no patience. I don’t like long projects and I have the fine motor skills of a toddler whose hands are covered in peanut butter and ice cream. But I can spray paint the shit out of something.
We have two dead trees in the yard that really need to come down.
There is some debate on whether or not they’re dead. Because they’ve both sprouted a few pathetic leaves, Randy says they’re not dead. He might be right…but at the very least, they are mostly dead.
We’ll have them removed next year. This year? We’re going to beautify them.
In an instant message conversation with my work friend, Priscilla, Queen of the cubicle, I tell her my plans and this what ensued. She is so weird.
PQOTC: Any plans for the weekend?
Me: Just going to mom’s for father’s day. It’s going to be nice out this weekend so we’ll probably just hang out on the deck.
Me: Did I tell you what we’re going to do to the two dead trees in the back yard?
PQOTC: I don’t know if I want to know.
Me: Instead of chopping them down, we’re going to paint them. Well, not the whole thing, just as far as a step ladder can reach.
PQOTC: Oh, I thought you were going to say that you’re going to nail a bunch of baby dolls to them.
Me: WHY THE FUCK? Seriously, THAT is what you come up with?
PQOTC: I watch a lot of scary movies. And you’re twisted.
Me: Not that fucking twisted.
Me: No. No baby dolls. The paint will piss the neighbors off as it is. And that makes me happy.
PQOTC: I figured you were going to do something to piss someone off.
Me: Speaking of happy. When I came back from lunch I got here just in time to see the FedEx guy dump all his boxes off his cart. It made me smile.
PQOTC: It’s the little things.
We are skipping ahead here. The painting happened over the weekend.
This one still needs work.
All in all, I’m counting this past weekend as productive.
Sure, there’s still mold in my shower and my kitchen floor is a breeding ground for the plague, but we got the trees painted! Yay!
This project also makes me really appreciate the fact that Randy was adamant about finding a house in a neighborhood without a home owner’s association.