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I was going through my files and setting up posts for this week. I came upon this photo—the Breakfast Nook last summer. The wall had been torn up for 5 years and we pushed to finally get it done before we had house guests in April or May (I don't recall the exact dates) of 2010.
I also remember that last year when we had a little dachshund bitch come and stay for 38 hours (I would have liked her to stay for longer, but that was the extent of the "loan," though I did train her to potty on command! And I do this in the kindest of ways, with observation, repetition of the magic word, and some well-timed treats) we had to put a piece of foamcore in the heat register (by the bicycle's front tire) so she wouldn't slip down into the duct work. (The original register cover had been lost during the 5 years we were working on this project!)
It looks nothing like this now. (And I think this looks pretty good!) We ended up finishing just before our spring 2010 houseguests arrived, but only 30 hours before their arrival. I didn't think we should paint the walls and make them put up with the paint smell during their visit.
Then there never seemed to be time to paint. And of course in the summer one always wants to be riding one's bike.
I could choose to be upset that we are going on 6 years of no kitchen table space, no access to the perforator (that's what's under the sheet), and no place to make paste paper (I make it on the table in the Nook, and set the paper wetting tray in the center of the kitchen floor).
Instead I'm happy to report I have an exceedingly low blood pressure and no stress about this at all (though I am running low on paste paper!). During the winter we had an ice dam and the roof sprung a leak. At first Dick didn't believe me, but the Nose is ALWAYS right. The leak is clearly visible above the top left window if you were to look at the Breakfast Nook today.
Now I'm glad that I didn't take the time to paint, and spent the summer on my bike. We have to have the roof fixed and now we don't have to "re-paint."
There's no point to today's post, no art point. I just find it incredibly humorous. And fortuitous. Wait, here's the point, both art and life—choosing to not let the mess bother you can give you time to make a lot more art. It isn't for everyone, but it works for me. My blood pressure is, as I said, very low, and not all of that is due to the miles logged on the bike last summer. I choose painting—not walls, but paper!