The Paint

We're having some rooms painted this week. The man who will paint for us told us to pick out some colors 2 weeks ago. I never did it, and today it had be done. This is a job I hate. Husbandman kept trying to hurry me along, but I couldn't figure out what I wanted. I'm not visual and I'm not imaginative. That's why I go with white all the time, tho I know it's boring. For me, being creative would take time, fortitude and a different personality. Teen Daughter picked out a shade of purple for her room in about 6 minutes, so there's hope for future generations. Right now, I simply rely on the kindness of strangers. Our kitchen cabinets are old and grotty and the man who will paint said, "Want me to sand and restain those cabinets?"
And I said, "Oh yes, my friend, I certainly do." They've bothered me for a long time, but I never feel any real urgency about these issues. Other people are more adept at home improvements, and every few years I'm happy to compensate these people handily.