The painting is over and done with, thank goodness, but it turned out to be a day of trial and error. Several weeks ago Mr. Helen and I went and picked out several paint chips and brought them home. I taped them to the kitchen walls and let them sit until we decided which we wanted. My plan was to make the walls a bit darker and leave the window and door trims an off white. He bought a gallon of the (more expensive) primer and paint in one and set everything out for me so that I could get a move on Friday morning,
I went to bed early Thursday night with such expectation and was up and at ‘em ready to paint by 7 am. I started with a small square of wall by edging it first. As the paint is going on, I’m thinking “this doesn’t look like what I picked out…” so I go and find the chip. Yep, looks like the chip. But why does it look so different on the wall? So, I stop painting and step all the way to the other end of the kitchen to look at it. Horrible. It was horrible. And even though I knew that paint was expensive, I also knew I couldn’t live with that color.
Long story short, I went back to Home Depot, picked out 2 more colors and had actual samples mixed up. (Whyyyyyyy didn’t I do that in the first place?!!) Took the samples home and painted one of them on the wall in several places. Why only one? Because when I opened the second sample, I had picked out the exact color I currently have on the walls (which I had no way of knowing since it was painted before we bought the house). In the end I went with the original color (which is a very neutral non-color named Smoked Oyster) all over again! Maybe that was a good thing since this mini fiasco put me behind by three hours. Gah. At least the kitchen looks fresh and clean, even if it is the same color!
I mentioned that the other thing I had planned was a mini-reunion with my ninth grade biology partner. Mr. Helen was really fascinated by the whole thing. As he was born and raised in the city we currently live in, he has lots of
When I went into 9th grade, I was once again a new kid in town. To make matters worse it was the second move in as many years. Believe me, it’s hard when you’re 14 years old and you literally have no childhood friends except your little brother. The one redeeming thing about this move was that the high school was a regional high school which meant that 5 different towns sent kids there. Even though I was a new kid, everything was new to everyone else too. First day of biology class, the teacher tells everyone to find someone and partner up. I’m not usually shy but I think I was just overwhelmed with everything and so, I did not choose. A couple of minutes later the teacher asks, “OK, who does not have a partner?” Dave and I were the only two in the room who raised their hands, and the rest is history! As it turned out we had many, many classes together and became the best of buddies for the next two years. Then I moved.
As you can imagine moving again was quite unsettling and horrifying to a 16 year old (and the reason why I doubled up credits and graduated a year early from high school). Dave was my one friend who stayed in touch through college and even through my move to Africa. The last time I saw him, he had just graduated from Brown University and I was back in the USA. He had come to the area I live in to go protest the building of a nuclear submarine or something like that – yep he was a bit of a tree hugger. Then we just lost touch, until a couple of years ago through the magic of Facebook he popped up as a recommended friend for me.
I am so glad that he did and our reunion was wonderful! Do you realize how hard it is to catch up over 30 years in just 4 hours? Hard people. But we had a grand time trying! The only thing we wished is that he had thought to bring his yearbook – but next time – as we are going to try to make this an at least a once a year thing.
No photos that are blasts from the past, but we took a couple on Memorial Day. Dave told me he would send me the ones taken with his better camera but not until he gets back to Cali – his 90 year old parents don’t have a computer, can you believe it?!! For now, here is one that Mr. Helen took with my crappy iPhone camera because of course, I couldn’t find my brand new camera (which I eventually found buried in my brand new pocketbook – but that’s a story for another post.)