Both literally and figuratively, I’m into housepainting these days. Splashed across my house is an array of cream-hued tones. Who knew there were so many shades of cream? Some trend to mustard, some to yellow and others to brown.
Housepainting is also an apropos metaphor for my life. My metaphorical house is a large structure with many rooms – paying work, a husband, children, pets, homecare, personal care, volunteer work, writing, and extended family. Every day, I seem to wander the structure, taking a few brushstrokes here, and a few brushstrokes there. Sometimes, I leave a partially painted room for weeks, only to return and finish the job in one day of singular purpose. I can only pray that on the day I pass, the house will appear all of a piece.
I’m waiting for the job to proceed on my literal house. No doubt, the efficiency with which fresh paint moves from top to bottom, east to west, walls to trim – with no physical effort on my part – will please and amaze me. Within days, the structure will appear complete. All at one time. Camelot.