Today I painted our front door white. Well, I did kind of…..it was not as easy as I thought it would be and let’s just say that tomorrow I will be sanding the door and then reattempting to paint the door. You know what they say, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”
I thought I was going to be okay. I went to Lowe’s and asked for the kind of paint I needed. I bought a cheap brush because who would spend 10 bucks on a brush when there are perfectly good ones for 1 dollar??? When I got home, I promptly put paper towels on the floor and began imaging how great it would be to finally be rid of that hideous green door. Hmmmmm, but this paint was different. It was thick and glossy like the fluffy white icing you use on an Angel Food Cake….not at all like the white creamy stuff I had just painted the fire place with. Oh, and the smell! So stout. I turned off the air-conditioner and opened the windows. That wasn’t enough! I popped open the screen door too. That should do it!
Oh but I was wrong.
The first coat went on okay. I didn’t expect white to cover green right away. So I gathered up the brush to wash it out in my kitchen sink to be ready for coat number 2. Ugh! I looked and the paint was washing down the drain? It was sticking on the sink. I’ll fix that I thought, and reached my hand to swirl the paint off the sink. Within seconds I smeared water proof pain all over the sink and all over my hands! What fresh hell is this? I reached under the counter and began scrubbing the sink and my hands with comet. I threw the brush away.
With the air off, the house was getting so hot! It was nearly 80 degrees by noon. I decided to eat some lunch because by then, surely the paint would be dry. Finished, I walked over and touched the door. Not only was it tacky, it left a fingerprint. But wow! It had been like 2 hours??? I picked up the can of paint to read the directions, but a horrible thing happened. Now both of my hands were full of sticky paint again AND the paint had run over the side and hid the directions. So, I went back to scrub my hands.
I know what you are thinking? I am still waiting for it to dry and put the second coat on tomorrow right? Oh no. Not me. I got another brush. This one was a little smaller but it would do and began to apply the second coat. I cannot even begin to describe the nightmare of a paint job this suddenly turned into! The paint was glopping on eveywhere! If there was a run, oh and there were runs, trying to fix it only made a big wall of paint glop. The brush was loosing bristles faster than Blue Heeler chasing a rabbit! I was taking my fingers and trying to pick out all of the bristles and then repaint the whole in the paint my fingers made! At one point, every finger on my left hand had two bristles each. I couldn’t get them off my fingers because it was that horrible Fluffy White paint! And no matter how hard I tried, I could not get rid of all the green that was peaking through the glossy white globs of paint. Finally, I finished. I stood back and looked. WHOA! There would be no fixing this??? I mean how? I didn’t even know that you could paint a door and have that many ridges and hills and runs and glops…not to mention the bristles I had missed! I don’t even want to tell you how hard it was to scrub my hands and get those pesky paint brush parts embedded into my hands. I expect I know now why some brushes are worth every bit of 10 dollars.
I texted Darrell and told him the door needed more help than I could give it. As a matter of fact, I typed, we probably needed a new door. Then I closed the windows, left the screen door open, turned on the air, and took a nap.
When Darrell saw it, he said, “yep, you messed that up. We are going to have to sand it….maybe take the door off. It’s so thick, it might take a few days for this to dry.” Ha! He even tried to take a picture of it to share with his friends, I am sure! But a picture would just not do this door justice!
But it’s okay because I have time to fix it even if it takes a few days.
Yes, I do have time. Now we get to the point about what all this has to do with a cancer blog? I have time. I feel like doing something. I noticed today that I, once again, look around the house and think….I would like to change that. For so long, I just wanted to feel better. Then I just wanted to make it through the day. It has been 7 months since my life of cancer started and now I know that cancer is not taking over my life.
I may not be done, but I’m not finished…yet.