ahhh … Julian’s been away for the last fortnight and you know what that means … hee! hee! hee! Why, mouse play, that’s what! Remember – when he was away this time last year (same conference) I painted the piano pale sea-blue.
It’s not that Julian is opposed to such projects. But he is fairly intolerant of the temporary chaos they create. Abby and I cheerfully work around the kitchen table being covered in furniture and paint pots for two weeks. Could Julian cope with this? No! Abby and I peaceably climb over the blanket box that is sitting right outside the front door on the porch, and siddle past the hallway closet that’s squished in at the end of the porch. Could Julian cope with this? No! No lamps beside the beds because there’s no bedside tables because it’s taken me two weeks to paint because I keep getting sidetracked – no problem, I just don’t read in bed :-) Could Julian do this? No!
It’s not just the chaos intolerance … he’s not actually interested in fixing up old stuff and making do. In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him with a paintbrush in his hand. I don’t even know if he can paint?! He can sand – I know that. He is a magnificent sander – he can turn old manky wood into something resembling marble worthy of a Medici palace. He just doesn’t like to get me that excited.
:: sigh :: good thing he’s amazing and lovely at other stuff. So, I shall keep saving up the wackiest and most intrusive of my around the house projects for when he’s away. Keeps me busy. Keeps Abby and me on our toes. Gives us a giggle. We revel in it :-)
And when he arrives home on that 6am flight, the house is sweet, ordered, freshly vacuumed and polished (my back is broken but hey!) – mostly! And all he has to do is admire all that hard work – which he does with sincere gusto … mostly!