While my husband was out of town, I decided to paint our living room and dining area. We live in a loft house so those spaces are connected and the walls go all the way to the second floor. It's a tall job for one short girl. It was New Year's Eve day and very sunny so I had the windows and doors open so my husband wouldn't return home to a short DEAD wife. With my luck, I'd get the paint with toxic fumes. Throughout the day I would text Karen about my progress and that it's pretty funny to paint all alone but, shit man, it's cold! That was my exact sentence. At the same time I was painting my house, Karen was at the movies while a painter was painting her living room. I should've been texting him. I painted into the night and it got colder and colder. I finally closed the windows and figured at least I would die warm. And then our electricity went out because I am me and these things happen. A cat sleeping on your feet does sort of keep you warmer.
By Sunday morning, when my husband was due home, I had pretty much finished painting except for the highest points at either end of the room. I was too afraid to get on the top of the ladder without anyone home to catch me if I fell. So, I saved those two small jobs for my husband. He was in for quite a surprise when he got home!
I opened the curtains as I normally do every morning, but Sunday morning looked different. The light was gray. What a difference a few gallons of paint makes! It even makes the clouds appear different. Hmmm. My husband came home and as he unpacked his suitcase, rain started to fall. And then the rain went all weird. Dustin's back was to the window so I started describing the rain to him, the rain is suddenly fucked up and going all different directions! He turned and looked then explained the fuckedupness, It's snowing!
So, I think I made it snow in Southern California by painting my sunny yellow walls the color of fluffy cream puffs. But why didn't the sky drop pastries instead of ice? What is going on here? Can we still blame Mercruy In Retrograde even though it is over?
*Snowy branches in my zen garden. Well, what was my zen garden. Now it's garden of frozen sticks.
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