It's like this: things to pay for.
I'm starting my second painting job of the last two weeks. This one is cool because I'm being given a lot more control of the project. I get to have canvas drop sheets instead of plastic! Plastic is slippery and therefore not good. Unfortunately I also have to do all the prep work. I hate prep. Gahhhhh. I hate sanding. It's messy and bad for my wrists. But it's so worth it. Putting a paint job on a crappy wall sucks.
Also I have to scrape a layer of filth off the whole place. Did the guy clean at all, even once, in the four years he lived in that apartment???? (shudder) I can hardly even talk about it.
I fork up about a hundred pounds of horse manure every day and I'm cool with it but I'm horrified by the bathroom in the apartment I'm painting. Makes sense.
OH AND ALSO I've got this new writing project, which I am totally AMPED about! I have to squeeze in time to write! Looks like somebody else is going to be sweeping the floors and vacuuming around here too. Of course, this fantastic writing project is not paying very well. At this time.
I can hardly talk about it.
In other news: all three of my horses have physical issues of some kind, but it's all being taken care of. Copper is putting weight on That Leg, and although she's really short-strided on that side, she doesn't appear to be bothered by it. Oakie needs some exercise. And Phoenix is too fat. Ha!
Alright. That was your news report. I'm not really sure why I felt compelled to share all that. Oh - I know- because when I blog again and can't put a sentence together and read much write spell tired good babble droop, then you'll know why.