Wobbly Legs

Dave left for Brazil today. He's only gone for 1 and a half weeks. Later this summer, he'll be leaving for an entire month. I feel like his shorter initial trip is to get my feet wet while I struggle to remember what it is like to be on my own again. I don't have any standing dinner dates and there's no one to talk to about a hectic work day. It's just still. Quiet. I'm more reflective and less ballsy. My legs feel wobbly, like a child figuring out how to take his stride a little faster. But there's a definite depression looming. There's plenty to get done in the next 10 days and I'm hoping this keeps my mind numbingly busy so the emptiness doesn't set in.

By the way, painting is the slowest task ever. So much priming left to do. Luckily, I have some friends that are willing to paint for pizza and beer.

Done Deal

Escrow closed two weeks ago and we've finished demo. We have our new contractor Fernando and his crew scraping ceilings, patching holes and retexturizing walls. Floors are bought and they are en route, to be installed in two weeks. Next step: Painting. Choosing paint colors is sort of giving me a mini panic attack. What if I choose the wrong ones? What if they don't match? What if it looks really REALLY ugly? My perfectionism is aiding in my procrastination and it's an obstacle I'm ready to slap in the face. I'm going with red, dark grayish black, khaki, and white for trim. don't worry, nothing will actually be painted the dark grayish black ... well, except for the kitchen cabinets. I have a vision. There may also be a blue/green in the bedroom. But it's paint -- it can be edited at a later date, right? Watch for pictures. I should start documenting this process properly so I can look back and say, "I did that."