The depression has lifted. It was a natural phase of the grieving process and like all the other phases, had to be experienced. The trick is not to get stuck in any of those phases but to allow them and to experience them so that healing can happen. There is no place here for denial.
During the past two days, I've been balancing staying in motion with naps and quiet moments. I have arranged with Brian to get the house's exterior repaired and painted. Our color will be Valspar's "Mountain Smoke," a color very much like the bark on our trees. In fact, it is the color Howard and I originally chose when we built the house. At that time the paint contractor messed up, making the color both darker and a bit cooler than we wanted, the final results even after they had corrected their initial screwup. It ended up being close enough not to be a thorn in the flesh, but now it will be on the money.
I've also taken off the wall my mandolin, cleaned it up and ordered new strings for it. And my replenishment paints should arrive today: I suspect soon I'll be picking up a paint brush and begin pushing it.
Enjoy your Friday.
Dianne
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Like what I'm hearing. Can't wait to see the "new look" of the house. Good way to move forward. Will be waiting for the first painting post.
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