The silent Painter
Me........ silent........ Strange as it sounds yes, mostly
anyway. It started...... well I am not sure how it started but anyway we got
everything out of Mum and Dad’s room; curtains and all. Then we found the
window had got an extra crack in it. So I taped up the crack, we didn’t really
want part of the window to just fall out.
On Friday it was Jane’s 12th birthday and we went ice-skating,
so that we would be nice and sore for the next day.
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| A photo Mummy took of me ice-skating |
Drop sheets had been laid and we were on our way to destroy
the horrid pink room. Actually paint over the horrid pink with white and
purple/lilac. But first everything had to be washed with sugar soap....... that
is not an easy task; it requires a lot of elbow grease and patience. As it was
lots of stuff was still just painted over, like mosquito guts that had rested
there unburied for years. Now the poor
mosquitoes have been scrubbed off or buried in purple or white.
We painted all Saturday and had a day off on Sunday then on
Monday we were back to work again. Monday was where the silent part came in I had and
still have a sore throat. It started Sunday morning but by Monday I could only
whisper, which was very annoying. I painted silently and if I wanted anything I
had to use words sparingly. While painting lots of interesting subjects can
come up and it is extremely hard when one can’t reply, at least not without causing
one’s self pain. Since painting does not
involve much thinking and I find that if one spends the day thinking one comes
up with interesting thinks. Also it can be useful in figuring out stories one
is currently reading.
We had other problems though. Paint problems. First we ran
out of white. So we went and bought some more.
Next I found this big puddle of paint on the drop sheets which had
soaked through to the carpet, the tin was old and leaked.
Then we
ran out of lilac so we got some more of it too. The problem was we had got the wrong
base colour and it took us a long time to realize that. We did a whole coat and
it dried too dark....... So we went and bought the right one, but as soon as
the paint touched the wall disaster. Well not exactly. The last paint colour
was ok but not right, but this was, well disgusting. It was a greyish shade of purple. So back we
went to get yet another tin of paint. We only stopped just before tea time, but
Daddy went back to painting afterwards.
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| The nasty coloured paint after I had tried scrubbing it off, unsuccessfully..... |
This morning, Tuesday, Alice and I finished painting. Well at
least hopefully we finished. Daddy is not yet back from work so we will see if
what we have done meets his approval. Then
I suppose we will pull off the masking tape and hope that paint does not come off
with it.
Well at least having a sore throat does not affect typing
skills. sorry to bore you but I have been needing to say something somehow.....
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