A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words
With that being said, I don’t know if I should A) just post this picture and not write a single word or B) write a thousand words. I’ve already written multiple words, so I guess that screws up option A. Looks like we’re going with 1,000 words! No, we’re not. How ’bout C) I just get to the point?
I’d like to show you a photo that I took two weeks ago.
You might be thinking “Neat! A pile of garbage on a dirty floor. Thanks for sharing, Liz! I am never coming back to this blog again.” Before you make any irrational decisions, let me ‘splain myself. That photo is my life, or at least the last month of it, summed up in one image. Perhaps you’re now thinking “Wow! That’s really sad. This chick is a L-O-S-E-R.” Before you decide to only keep reading this blog out of pity, let me elaborate.
If you’re a regular here, you know I was recently attacked by hundreds of pieces of trim with thousands of nails that needed to be removed. You also know I spent hours sanding and refinishing a magenta door and you may even recall a post celebrating a wonderfully warm fall season.
The photo above captures the end of an era (here, “era” means “one month”) filled with nails, sawdust, paint stripper, magenta paint and beautifully-colored leaves. That pile of garbage on our dirty garage floor symbolizes projects completed and making way for new things, like the cold death-grip of winter (As I write this, Wisconsin is preparing for the 2nd winter snow storm of the season) and moving on to Phase Two of The Crappy Old Trim Makeover, where I either lovingly restore 60 pieces of fir trim or set them all afire in a blaze of frustration.
I approach this fresh beginning with hopes that I will survive what lies ahead. I look to my trusty shovel and ice scraper to withstand winter’s forces and will summon Paint Stripper and a Palm-Sander to endure an endless battle with Lord Shitty Wood and Duke Old Shellac. That is, if I have not already completely lost my mind.
Wish me luck…and Godspeed. I promise to sound less like an insane person by Friday. And by “promise” I mean “there’s a chance.”
P.S. If you were wondering, this post fell far short of 1,000 words. It’s only 385 words long. But, if you count the number of characters (including spaces), it’s 2,100 characters long. Which means I am an overachiever.
Good luck and Godspeed.
It’s Friday…are you insane yet?