We gave our home a facelift. I removed the front door and lay it on a table in the shade of the garage to clean and sand, then taped the windows. I love painting, but not doors. As the job progressed so did the angle of the sun till rays were bearing down and drying the paint even as it flowed off the roller. We moved the project into the dark of the garage and before my retinas had adjusted, my elbow caught the paint can, which fell and tipped creating a vast sticky pool of Morning Glory on the concrete floor. Disaster! It dried as fast as the door! However, with successfully painted black shutters, the job was eventually done and now we look SHARP !
Inside we are working with new appliances, and discussing with some heat, options for counters, backsplash, flooring and doors. We are hoping for a good look but not the expense of a grand kitchen in our modest cottage. We can agree only on the floor and the stove wall arrangement, so those shall be done.
Tom flew in from Colorado with yet more kitchen alternatives. We clearly need more time to think about the next tasks. We played a little pickleball, toured the car museum and the airplane graveyard, and gazed out across the lake from Fairport Harbor. We consumed wine at an extraordinary rate. Talking makes one thirsty !
I had time to paint, and prepare more art boards. I am cutting the masonite on a table saw, then using an electric sander, alternately painting and sanding each coat of gesso for a smooth surface.
I am trying to avoid another paint incident, gesso will not be removed with boiling water, it is tenacious. I do not care how much I use, or how many rabbits it took to make the rabbit skin glue in each bottle of gesso. They have been foraging in my veggie patch for arugula and lettuce, and left only the Swiss chard and the tomatoes which are soaring to an immense height. This may or may not result in a huge crop, but it looks promising.
I rode with the Spoke Sisters through downtown Cleveland. Even on a Sunday afternoon the traffic was intimidating, but it was a good workout, and the girls were fun. We rested halfway at a bar on Whisky Island. Then I joined Dave on a test ride on his new bike, a Kiwanis garage sale purchase. He thought he was going to die! It has a killer saddle. Polly and I joined the SS for a companionable early 20 miles on the canal towpath before the afternoon crowds.
It is so much fun to paint without the demands of students, I have no deadlines or pressure to please anyone, and no shows in the months ahead. I am not restricted by subject and materials, and have completed more ‘Squares’, local scenes, and southern subjects from our road trip to Florida.
We spent a day in Fernandina beach, the low country where the atmosphere is moist and briny. We.explored the historic old town, paddled in the sea, checked out the lighthouse, and drove in the late afternoon to Sarasota. At El Toro Bravo we ate spicy flavors that make you whimper. This has to be the best Mexican restaurant in the state. We walked on the beach often, but didn’t have time for Pickleball. Our days were interrupted by lookers. Damn. It is no fun living in a house on the market.
Neither did I want to be happy in a place that we have decided to leave, but we loved our bike ride on Anna Maria Island, Fort Myers on a wet day, the search for sharks teeth at Venice, breakfast and a meal on Longboat with Pat and a birthday celebration for Bruce. It was tough to leave. The Prius was overloaded with art, and personal items from the condo.
We stayed with the Franklins. They now have 170 acres of glorious Black Mountain. They see the sun rising each morning above layer upon layer of Blue Ridge Mountains. With perfect foresight, and lots of prayer, these two have all the eventualities of old age taken into account.
Back on the road, we ate fast food laden with enough additives and preservatives to extend our lives by a couple of years, and caffeine to keep us alert till we reached home late on the Sunday night. It is pleasant to be back in cool Ohio.