Saturday Stories. 25-07

PLEASE NOTE: This story is true and is told for the comical aspect of it and is not to be taken in a serious way. Thank you.

Hello everyone and Happy Saturday! Time goes by so fast it seems, and the weeks come and go and sometimes I don’t seem to get anywhere. I have been battling brain fog lately, in a big way. That makes it very hard to concentrate on anything really. That makes it hard to do anything. I get started on something and then it’s like I hit a brick wall and stop.

And I just can’t get going again. So, I relax for a while and try something different. But that doesn’t really help to get things done. It just means a lot of things get left undone. And the weeks come and go. I think I’m rambling again. Sigh. My apologies.

Speaking of painting. Well, I am now. One time, years ago now, my brother and I were painting the interior of a house. It was a good job and we both enjoyed painting, so that was a plus. However, sometimes things tend to go wrong, even in simple tasks that we do. And putting my brother and I together, painting, well, that was a disaster waiting to happen. And it did.

There was a fairly long hallway in this old house and the smart thing to do was to have just one of us paint the hallway. But my brother insisted it would go faster if we did it together, each of us doing one side of the hallway. I tried to convince him it would be better if just one of us painted it. I lost the discussion and we both started painting.

We had rollers and long handles on them. We had already done the top edge and were now just doing the walls. We did use a drop sheet, which was wise. He said something to me and I turned to answer him and the end of my roller hit his ear. He screamed. “You have paint on your ear,” I told him.

He grumbled and went to wash his ear. I kept painting. He came back and noticed the roller pan was almost empty, so he decided to fill it, without telling me. Just as he began to pour the paint, I moved the roller pan with my foot to get it where I wanted it. He screamed again. “You poured the paint on the drop sheet,” I said, shaking my head.

“You moved the pan deliberately,” he said. “Naturally, I needed to, and you didn’t tell me you were pouring paint,” I said. Then he ended up stepping in the spilled paint and screamed again. “Good thing no one is home,” I said, “you scream a lot.” He just looked at me. Later I needed to move the pan again and told my brother. “You don’t need to tell me,” he said, “I can see it.”

Fine. I moved it again. My brother screamed again. He had stepped in the roller pan. “My foot is covered with paint,” he said, “why didn’t you tell me you moved the pan?” “You told me not to,” I reminded him, “you better take your sock off and clean your foot.” He did so and went to the bathroom to wash his foot. When he came back he screamed again. Seems he stepped in that paint he spilled before, with his other foot.

“Now you have matching yellow socks,” I said. And I laughed. Loud and long. After washing his foot we finished painting that hallway. “Hand me the roller pan,” he said, so I did. He took it with one hand and it started to spill. So he quickly tried to catch it with his other hand and he hit the pan on the bottom instead, spilling the paint all over himself. He screamed again.

“Are you trying to paint all your clothes yellow?” I asked. And I laughed. Loud and long. But, we did get the painting done, finally. The people were very happy with our painting though. On the way home, we both laughed about our painting fun! We did have some great experiences together and I will share more. Have a great weekend everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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