It's been one of those weeks around here. But of course, just beginning to write about it makes me feel better, and when I set out to list everything that is wrong, all that comes to mind is everything that is right, and I remember that so many people are worse off than I am, so now there's nothing to complain about.

One good thing that came of it is that Mr. Troutbend felt sorry that I was having a bad week so he painted the living room ceiling, a project he didn't agree needed to be done. It only took him about 6 hours, and there are beams across the ceiling, so it was a slower job than you'd think, plus it's a good-sized room, used most of a gallon of paint. We didn't empty out the room, just draped big plastic over stuff. I think now that it's finished he thinks it was worth doing, but I'm not going to ask.



Because I/we/he didn't want to have to tape off all the woodwork (there really is a lot) I tried to match the new color to the existing color so he could feather it in near the edges and not go right up to the wood. Holding up that 3 by 4 inch paint sample from the store, it looked just about dead-on, but when he started applying the paint, it was at least a shade lighter, and overall a lot whiter than I would have liked. It's not a big deal, but surprising all the same. I'm not the sort to take it back and get into a discussion with the paint mixer. For one thing that little dab of paint he put on the can lid appears to match the paint card.

Instead of taping or feathering the edges, Mr. Tbend ended up being very careful with a paint roller, and now there is a 1/2 inch edge around the painted areas next to the woodwork where the old color shows, not really what I had in mind, but I'm leaving it to him to decide if that is how he wants to leave it. I am trying to pretend that people won't notice it, or will think it's just a trick of the light.

This isn't what went wrong this week, but never mind, I have nothing worth complaining about.