PAINTING

 Painting is not one of my favorite chores, whereas Celia loved to paint.   She could spend hours in the hardware stores, Lowe's, The Home Depot or any paint store looking at the color cards.    Some of the rooms in our house have been painted at least twice and some three times in the 15 years we have lived here.   When she had completed painting a room she would ask me how I liked it.   I remember telling her once that I never got use to the old color.    Her usual reply was that the only color I was accustomed too was bachelor white.   We did paint the exterior of the house together 10 or 11 years ago, me on the ladder painting the upper portions and Celia doing the lower portions.    Under Celia's supervision and experience it took us about a week to complete painting the exterior of our 1600+ square foot home.    

Now Celia is gone and the painting responsibility falls on me.   The back deck, adjacent steps and front steps are in need of painting before winter arrives.   So far, I have painted the front and back steps, since there was left over paint that she had labeled.   The can of paint labeled for the back deck was empty and today I pushed myself out the door to find the matching color.   Not knowing where she purchased that paint, I drove to Lowe's for starters.   The young man behind the paint counter informed me they did not have that brand of paint and was not very interested in trying to match the color with what they had, plus he had other customers to wait on.    Next stop was The Home Depot, where there was a young woman behind the paint counter busy mixing paints.   She looked took a sample of the paint from the bottom of empty can, dried it and said she could mix that color with a exterior base paint.   Lucky me,  I was in and out of there in 20 minutes.  

Now to push myself out the door to wash off the deck in preparation for painting or should I wait for the rain predicted for this weekend?   Maybe a nap is well deserved after all that stressful shopping for paint this morning.