White Wednesday

My oh my, how many times

have I shown you 

some obscure piece of equipment

with long cords, wires, pipes, tubes or what have you

winding it's way into my front door?

This my followers

is the machine

that pumps

the white stuff

that has to cover the sheet rock

before

it

can

be

painted!

A few days ago

men were stalking the halls

wearing these cute boots.

I secretly longed to try them on

and of course have my picture taken

wearing them.

Until one of the men

mentioned that his dad

had fallen several times 

wearing them

and he wears them

for a living.

I don't like falling,

so there goes that dream.

O.T.'s crew works very hard.

Today they sanded with these cool round sanders.

Just lightly,

to take any imperfections

off of the 

finish.

Here is O.T.

doing something.

It was so cloudy in there,

I couldn't tell just what he was up to.

This young man is up to something all right,

up to the ceiling, that is!

It made my neck and shoulders hurt

just watching them.

Tomorrow

the sweeping begins.

Every particle of dust 

that those men sanded off the walls

is waiting for me .

Dust is everywhere.

Every crack and cranny will be swept

and swept and swept

in preparation for the painter

who will begin the magic

on 

Monday!!!!

When that first swipe of paint goes on

I think I will do something crazy 

to celebrate.

Stay tuned.

In the meantime, 

I must rest.

Tomorrow is going to be a long one.

I wish I was blogging about

making something

lovely out of tree branches

painted and glittered

and spread over

a luscious banquet of 

fabulous foods

and lots of pretty ideas for decorating,

but alas it is not to be.

Yet.

Until that day,

let's enjoy my daisies from summers past

and gardens past

and keep on plugging away.

Thanks for joining me

on this journey

we're almost to the fun part.

I promise!