My husband power-washed our front porch Saturday, and I plan to paint it this week. The back porch is badly in need of new paint as well.
I’d also like to hire someone to paint my kitchen cabinets, two bathrooms, and my office.
Isn’t it interesting that a little paint can cover so many flaws and make a porch or a room look new again – clean and fresh?
I wish it were as easy to cover my own personal physical imperfections and flaws. I think there’s a book in there somewhere.
Lately, I’ve been wishing I could be young again. Is that just part of passing sixty and seeing it in the rear view mirror? I think of how lovely it would be to move easily, without pain; to have back my photographic memory; to have unlimited energy; to see in minute detail; to wear fashionable shoes; to hear perfectly; to look in the mirror and be somewhat pleased with what is looking back at me. Wouldn’t it be nice to skip the medicines in the morning and at night? I would love for my girls to be children again.
I know how shallow that all sounds.
Therein lies the book. What would you trade for youth?