First of all, our paid-by-the-hour house painter is still driving me nuts. The scary part is that I'm getting used to it so that it doesn't bother me so much now. I'm not sure if that means I'm becoming more tolerant or I'm teetering on the edge of insanity.
Last week the painter told me that I'd accidentally bought interior paint instead of exterior. Indeed, he was right. However, since the paint department head at Home Depot has (unknowingly) become my new best friend, I knew she'd right the wrong, and she did. It was, after all, her mistake. However, I can't seem to go to Home Depot for just one thing. While I wait for paint to be mixed, I wander around the store and end up buying other things I think we need. Lots of other things.
Anyhoo, I finally got that potential disaster taken care of and then received a call from my San Antonio friend (SAF), telling me that a close male friend of ours had died. At this point, I was overwhelmed with sadness and the week was really starting to suck. Although he had been living in San Antonio, he was originally from here, so the funeral was to be here, on Saturday. Therefore, my SAF and her hubby would be coming for the funeral and I needed to make things ready for them to stay with us.
Then, my housekeeper's daughter-in-law called to say she was sick and couldn't come last week, so I had to get it in gear and do all of the cleaning myself, which didn't make me happy at all. But, I did get the job done, albeit I was too tired to even move after that. Mopping floors absolutely destroys my back, as does vacuuming.
So, my friends came in on Saturday and we all attended the funeral of our friend, together. Many tears were shed and even more stories were told about our friend who had passed. He had been quite the character, but also a wonderful husband and devoted father of three lovely adult daughters. I still can't get it into my head that he's gone. Every single time I went to San Antonio he would always drop by to see me if he was in town. I'm really going to miss that part of my SA trips and I'm really going to miss my friend. He had actually known my mother and always told me that I turned out amazingly well for having been raised by the Brown Recluse. I just loved him for that.
After my SA friends left on Sunday I desperately needed something to do, so of course, I grabbed my can of spray paint and decided to paint the coffee filter wreath I'd made this last spring. Over the summer the wreath had gotten filthy, no matter how many times I put the vacuum to it. So, I appropriately painted the wreath black, making it our new Halloween wreath. I also went ahead and painted the old wrought iron bench on the front porch, and it looks better too.
Hmmmm.... I wonder what else I can improve with spray paint? Well, how about pumpkins? So, I did. Spray. Paint. Them. They look amazing on the front porch and in the house. Why didn't I ever think of doing this before? I also started a new furniture project that I'll show you toward the end of this week. Everything takes time, my lovelies!
These pumpkins are located approximately 20 feet from the carport and this area still awaits painting. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... I put black upholstery tacks in the lighter colored pumpkin and love the way it looks!