House-painting, finally

I think we moved here in 2005 and that it'll be four years this coming summer. Brand-new construction, but without light fixtures, towel bars, bathroom mirrors -- and all with a thin coat of a yellowy "white" splashed everywhere. And I do mean "splashed."

Four days into this, the main floor walls are done, but not the woodwork yet. The ceiling in the front hall is more than 30 feet up at its highest point. What a chore.

What you see here is pretty much the color scheme, although my monitor isn't representing the red accurately at all. I call the part that's painted red the "elevator shaft." It starts on the ground floor in my office, enclosing stairs leading to the door on the far left in this photo. On this, the main floor, the "shaft" encloses a half-bath on one side and provides a solid (red) wall in the kitchen. On the third floor, it rises to the vaulted ceiling and encloses the guest bath.

All the woodwork will be white. Not the creamy color you see here. I won't tell you what this is costing, but my spiritual director/companion, Jane Leifer, suggests that I deserve to live in a beautiful space. She told me that when, in year 2 here, I told her we had bare light bulbs everywhere there should be a light fixture.

Enough about me … and the paint.

Off to California tomorrow.

jb