Bending, dunking, straightening. Climbing the ladder I craddle the roller so as not to let random paint droplets sprinkle the floor. Roll one coat up, roll a second coat side to side over it, finish this two foot square area by rolling down. Repeat. And repeat and... repeat... until cream covers green, eggshell covers pink and white covers caca-colored brown. Why anyone would paint a bathroom caca-colored brown is beyond me unless they had a permanent diarrhea problem.
Painting gives me an achy back, sore arms and the discovery that maybe I do have muscles. They are very latent but they exist, otherwise I wouldn't feel this excruciating pain more befitting of an 80-year old woman.
No pain no gain. After the last few days of painful painting, we have gained a better house. Or at least one we can live in now.
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