Walking The Plank

Is what I did about half hour after I woke up this morning. I’ve been painting this week and went outside to see dad erected a plank along the kitchen baywindow for me to paint. Fun. *feel the sarcasm* 2 pieces of wood over a couple sawhorses do not make a scaffold in my mind. So there I was, whiteknuckling the edge of one window while painting the other. Don’t think I’ve ever painted so fast in my life. Then add in the fun moment when i realized I had to let go of the side to hit the top… *cringe* But since I’m writing this, I lived through it, but hovering on two pieces of wood over the flower bed and about twenty wasps/hornets (which I’m allergic too btw) does not make a fun way to spend the morning.

Sorry I’ve been incommunicado the last while, been painting like crazy outside lately. So if I owe you an email or a chapter back, it could be a few days :o)

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