Saturday I got to dust off an old skill I gained in college…painting. No, not painting a picture or minis, painting walls and ceilings. During my Summers in Milwaukee, I spent three out of four were spent as a member of Marquette’s paint crew. The job entailed washing and painting the walls of dorm rooms. The middle year was my favorite because I was a cutter (translation, someone who trimmed the edges before the others with rollers do the rest). I was also proud of my brush by the time we were laid off; we got busted for playing Pictionary with the first coat of some super thin paint.
What does this have to do with Saturday? My friends needed some assistance painting their baby girl’s room. I decided “sure, painting is a zen thing.” My height helped too. I managed to paint the ceiling over a few hours without any major spills. Maybe I’ll have a photo of my handiwork down the road.