under gray skies, I painted. first silver. the eaves. the fascia. silver specks covered my face. my hands looked like the tin mans’. but I had heart. so I climbed up the forty foot ladder. a gust of wind blew leaves in the parking lot below. I felt a tinge of my fear of heights come to me. but I steadied, dipped the brush in silver and cleaned one side. with a steady stroke I cut along the line where blue and silver met, carefully not touching blue – a clean line.
passersby commented. everyone is a critic on the street. I climbed down with silver in hand. the ladder resting high above was easy to climb, and easy to descend. I moved it to the left. then I climbed back up with solid footing. my old shoes worn thin and perfect to feel each rung. climb. cut. descend. move. climb. cut. descend. move.
the gray skies threatened rain. but these days we trust our meteorologists. 7 p.m. they said. the showers will begin.
after silver came blue. I cut in like bushwacking. careful to avoid those errors that leave a stain. blue. like regret not like sky. the older blue beneath the new fading to clean and shiny. all new. the cycle went through the paces again.
climb. cut. descend. move. climb. cut. descend. move.
now the finishing touch. a roller absorbs the paint and with a deft touch can make a worn wall fresh. paint away the soiled blue. seasons have passed the old wall leaving chips, mold, grime and seagull shit. but after today it will be new. that’s what we always want no? new. blue.
clean up and pack up. people passing by comment. “what a nice job.”
“thank you.”
“wish you didn’t block the lot.”
with head down I finish tidying up. no mistakes no stains.
everyone is a critic.
tomorrow we begin again.
we’ll make old new. we’ll disappear mold and grime with a wave of a hand. with a simple brush. a simple tool.
but beneath the hue all will be the same. not much changes.
most things remain the same.
few things I’ve learned
from my perspective
over the last five or six years blogging has been an amazing creative outlet. but I’m coming to realize that I use any creative spurts on blogs, and when I sit to write something longer I’ve spent my bullets and shoot blanks.
good things take time, work and honesty. so I’ll be focusing on just that.
in the meantime I’ll be surfing as much as I can, playing with the kid, and working on the house with my B as we prepare for the new one to arrive.
to the few of you who stop in, I hope you take care, kiss your loved ones, cook some good food, and get outta the house this winter and feel the cold on your cheeks.
time is always moving swiftly and well we just can’t rewind.
thanks for reading.
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