The question of painting

Monday morning. Back to work.

Work?

What then would I call a weekend of painting and putting and going up and down stairs and running errands.

The stuff is almost all in its proper places. Everything is almost in order. The painting is almost finished.

I love the feeling of being washed in quiet, restful blue as I sit in my bedroom at my computer. Window to the right letting in light and giving me a view of the world.

I love the feeling of quiet energy that I get when I go into the great room ( ; 0 I like the thought of a great room in an apartment) and I walk into the earthy Dijon mustard and ochre colors there.

I would not have done the painting. It would have been too much for me and I wouldn't have required it of Larry - so I am very grateful to him for doing this painting.

You could say we're nuts for doing all this in an apartment - a temporary home. But the reality is that we are nuts anyway. We're nuts because of other things too - why should this be different?

Color is important to us. It speaks to us about us and it energizes us.

Larry's room is deep green. I don't know what green it is because it's something our daughter mixed up for her house. Again the feeling I get when I walk into his man space is quiet.

I love that. I love the message in that.