What the heck happened to spring?

What the heck happened to spring?

Wednesday it was 76 degrees out.  It was so nice Wednesday night that when we went to bed we left the windows open so we could enjoy the gentle breeze.  By 6 am, I was slamming all the windows shut and turning the heat back on.  I really hate this transition time of year where we have the heat on in the morning and the A/C blasting by 2 pm. 

Chablis and I got dressed and decided to take the golf cart out for a spin.  We wanted to drive around the neighborhood and see which houses around the lake have gone up for sale since last autumn.  We also like to drive around and see what remodeling projects everyone has started.  Let’s just say we didn’t last out there very long.  It… was…. Cold!!!!!

When we got back, I went downstairs to paint the last overhead duct pipe with that lovely Frango mint paint.  After I was done, I stretched out on the bed to look around the room and admire my painting skills.  Loosely translated, that means I think I do a fairly good job of slathering paint onto any and every surface.  I like to paint, I really do.  It’s relaxing to me.  It was then that I noticed how terribly awful the ceiling looked.  Apparently we had never painted it since buying this house.  It was white and water marked.  Well, that was just not going to do at all. 

I ran to town, got a gallon of silk cypress, which is a lovely pale yellow, got back to the lake house and rolled up my sleeves.  First I re-painted one wall that I decided would look better with silk cypress than mint.  That’s why I love paint so much – it’s easy to make changes.  Then I started on the ceiling.  I got about ½ of it done yesterday.  I am trying to figure out if my husband or I is the bigger nut-job.  Him, because he was freezing his butt off out on the lake, trying to bass fish or me, because I just had to start another painting project.  Hmmm.  It’s a toss-up.  Looks like more of the same is scheduled for today, so we’ll see which one of us quits first.