Saturday, May 30, 2009

My back is recovering. I think my daily exercises are starting to work. (Thanks for the drugs, Emily--I'll save 'em for an emergency.)

I've been scraping flaky lead paint off my bedroom walls the last two days. Dad helped me texture my bedroom and bathroom ceilings yesterday. Now I'm ready to prime and paint those two rooms.
A white horse and a white pony have recently appeared in the small, tree-filled pasture across from my house. They wind through the branches like phantom pegasuses. They pace through the weeds like bored unicorns.


Flying Mermaid said...

Well, shit, boy, inhaling lead dust is not the best road to healing!

Chris Sand said...

I know lead dust is bad for you, but I like the way it smells.

Flying Mermaid said...

You silly man, I'm gonna slap a morphine patch over your mouth!