Oh, we are so in tune with everything that is being done with our home. We drive there frequently to see the progress and we shop for things we hope will complement other things. We ponder colors, textures and sizes. We stew over concrete, wood and metal. It is cumbersome.
Today, we visited the house twice. Once in the morning, with the dog pack – yes, we officially have a pack of dogs. The painter had been there and we saw the “Misty Gray” on the walls. It was overwhelming.
We took the dogs back to the rental, regrouped and shopped in Oak Harbor. We needed to replenish the goodies we leave for the workers. We also bought school supplies for our grandson. How totally cool is that?
Back to the house to meet an old friend and show him around. I noticed the color was not done and that made me happy. It was obvious where the painter had hit and where he had not. Love the color.
Up drives a truck. Out climbs a long-haired young man. “Hi. I’m the painter.”
I told him I loved the color.
Oh – that’s just the primer.
Oh.
Naivete.