In preparation for turning Diego's old room into an upstairs loft or TV room or family room--I'm not quite sure what we're going to call it--I've spent the last day and half covering up an enormous erupting volcano and a Jurassic landscape with primer, and then painting it in our usual tan color.
Our usual tan color. Perhaps this is why I felt so beige when I went to San Francisco.
Yesterday Diego helped me prime and prime and prime. . . six hours of it. . . and let me just say that after painting without his help today, the two painting experiences are starkly different! Yesterday by the end of it I was a frazzled, exhausted mess. Just as much energy went into constantly telling Diego the dos and don'ts of painting, along with listening to his constant chatter and loud noises, as the actual work! Today the painting was actually cathartic.
I've been on summer vacation for a little over a week now, and I can feel the pleasant numbness spreading through my cerebrum that I like to call "summer brain". I've worn a tank top every day this week, and may or may not have been going commando on more than one occasion this week as well. Shoes are only worn when I go on long walks, like the 8 miler I did on Sunday with my breast cancer walking team. Yep! Training has begun.
Have you ever had watermelon salad with arugula, feta, red onions, and kalamata olives? Pumpkin Delight joined us for our small Fourth of July festivities and she brought it go with dinner and man, was it flavorful! Who would have thought to put those ingredients together? Not me.
After dinner we watched the local fireworks, during which time, Diego, Kim (Pumpkin), and I made up a new patriotic song. It's called The Fourth of July Song. It has really clever lyrics:
I love the Fourth of July,
The Fourth of July.
It's the Fourth of July.
The Fourth of July
Oh yeah, la, la, la, laaaaaaaaaaaa.
Just sing it to any two notes, and you've got yourself a song.