Stream of Consciousness Saturday-01-07-2017

The coat I’m going to write about is a coat of paint.  Remember the seventies?  We had a week in Denver to find a house for ourselves, three kids and a dog.  Our little ones were four, two and one.  The last two in diapers.  And we were all sick.  But that’s not about paint.  Although….never mind.  

We looked at as many as we could inbetween diarrhea diaper changes and no naps.  And that’s when disposable diapers were those horrible paper ones?  Rough, ill fitting, and harsh on the skin.  I digress, (I always wanted to say that).  We ran out of them, and baby food at the hotel.  I’m not mentioning the odor in the room two sick babies provided.

I had a big yellow lined tablet where I  wrote as much info as I could about each house we saw. We were at the airport ready to board the plane and the phone rang.  Our offer, previously declined, was accepted.  We hurriedly looked through the notes to see what we bought.  It was a house in a nice family neighborhood, gold shag carpet and red velvet drapes.  My heart sank.  But we moved and lived there for eighteen years. 

Back to the coat.  The whole house inside was painted a medium coffee brown.  I know, can you imagine all those colors combined?  So I set myself up to repaint everything a creamy white.  I was coming in the front door with a gallon of paint in each hand.  Remember the gold shag carpeting and red velvet drapes?  We hadn’t replaced them yet.  As I entered the door, the bales broke on the paint cans, and carpet, drapes and a suede chair all received a coat of creamy white paint.

By the way, I’ve never been able to live that down. The neighbors thought we were nuts, yanking the chair out the front door, and into the street, hosing it off as fast as we could.

http://lindaghill.com/The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS and #JusJoJan Jan. 7/17