It was once again quite hard to get myself up, moving and motivated today. I started out just trying to have some quiet time with God. Last night with my friends, we talked about tapping into His strength instead of relying on our own. I'm not really sure what that actually looks like, or how it works. I did, however, picture myself the little toddler of the Psalm of a few days ago (Psalm 131), leaning and resting against the strong chest of the Father. It was comforting. I don't know that I took any additional strength into the day, but it was a good way to start.
I made breakfast, washed dishes, wrote a few e-mails, and then took myself in hand, knowing I was just putting off what I really needed to do today. So, paint clothes in hand, I trudged off to the restaurant, where another ceiling awaited me.
The paint I'm using for this ceiling is an oil-based primer, an enamel, and a stain of some sort. (I say that because this mystery liquid comes in used .5 liter water bottles, and has to be mixed with paint thinner in order to be used properly.) All of these paints are very stinky AND, since the restaurant is closed for the next 3 days for this big national holiday, it seemed the opportune time to tackle this project.
I was dragging my feet because it's not easy to paint a ceiling. I balance on the teetery top of a ladder, craning my neck, straining to reach the corners, all the while inhaling pungent paint fumes. On top of that, today was a hot one, so I was pretty much soaked through with sweat within the first half an hour, and remained so for the rest of the day. I drank a lot of water, but still my hand and foot muscles were beginning to cramp when I called it quits. I was definitely hotter than I should have been.
In spite of my griping, however, things went pretty well and I made good progress.
Mr. made sandwiches and brought them to me for lunch, which was so very sweet.
The only other noteworthy thing is that the turpentine I used to clean my brush this time didn't seem to cut the paint much at all, but burned my skin a lot more than usual. (I also get my turpentine in used .5 liter water bottles, so it is anyone's guess what I am actually receiving from week to week.) I was pacing, shaking my hands, washing them with soap and water, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, desperate, I went into the kitchen and stuck my hands in the freezer for a while. It seemed to help, although that bag of frozen french fries might have a slight turpentine taste now….
Back home, showered. Started supper, which Mr. finished because he said I had worked hard already. We were expecting a friend for supper, and then another friend called asking if we wanted to go out. We didn't, but invited him to come join us. It was a fun impromptu evening, even though I was pretty beat from my exertions of the day. They left, I did more dishes, and now I'm blogging.
Oh, yeah. And there were fireworks in honor of the holiday. They were right near our house, so it was nice; we could see them from one of our windows. It was NOT nice, however for the little kitty, who hid under the sofa form most of the rest of the evening.
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