I called it aggressive. The colour on the kitchen walls was an aggressive bright yellow. In the context of the other colours and shapes in the room, its effect was jarring. The people from whom we purchased the house had painted two rooms during their tenure. The kitchen was coated with bright yellow and the main floor washroom with a brilliant sky blue. Perfectly nice colours in and of themselves, but neither suited the general rustic feel of the house. The blue was painted out last year when Attila redecorated the bathroom, and now the kitchen is being restored to sanity.
Attila and I have discussed repainting the kitchen for the last three years. However, purely a cosmetic change, it took a back burner to more pressing home maintenance/renovation projects. A spring holiday weekend such as this, full of snow squall warnings, freezing temperatures and wind, gave us the opportunity we had been waiting for.
Yesterday we removed all appliances and items from the countertops. I washed the walls, rinsed them with clear water and left them to dry. When they were dry Attila began to paint. The first coat of paint was applied and drying before we sat down to eat our evening meal.
Attila is applying the second coat of white paint as I write my journal entry. Occasionally snow slides off the roof and falls past the kitchen window beside him, creating a dynamic atmosphere of change.
It was twelve degrees centigrade in the house when we woke up this morning. The temperature indoors has increased to sixteen degrees centigrade this afternoon. I am quite comfortable in my many layers of clothing. Over all the layers is my genuine Cowichan sweater (registration number and all), warm and beautiful as ever after seventeen years of wear. However, my hands have been cold today. Every so often I wander over to the masonry fireplace and place my hands on the bricks for a few minutes to warm them.
According to the weather people there will be snow for days to come, and freezing temperatures every night for another few weeks. This spring the horror of imminent global warming has failed to impress.
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white inside out
"She sighs, "You'll never find the truth in your school books, honeygirl. It's all been turned to lies. Same with religion. Got to look real hard for the truth nowadays."
by Amber Coverdale Sumrall
by the Cowboy Junkies
Feels like -11°C
Wind W 13 km/h
Rel Humidity 73%
Pressure 100.53 kPa
Visibility 4.0 km
Ceiling 1600 ft
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