It now Saturday afternoon (14 Sept) Froggy is making Fog Horn sounds today so it must be raining plus it’s in stereo so Froggy has a new friend, it’s raining a real gully washer (I heard that on Roy Rogers) the new furniture shows up at the gate and driver man wants to start unloading the truck. Mayang with hands on her hips explains to driver man that, that was just not going to happen. It’s a battle of wills at the gate, and I have no doubt about who will win. Driver man, I’ve tried, so my advice to you is stop trying to Ehi (piss) up a rope, you’ll just get your shoes wet. (Last week’s pictures)
The painting, by now you’ve figured out the color selection never fell into my bailiwick, and I very wisely didn’t even voice a color choice. Oh I’m learning. So the new color is to be “Rose Honey Bun” so I foolishly assumed it would have a bit of red in it because the word rose was in the title. Oh how wrong one Kano can be, and so often at that. Forget the rose part and think about the Honey Bun part. Well that didn’t work for me either, after I saw some on the wall I figured out it was kinda’ like a yellow color. Women don’t they know that to men there are only the basic colors on the chart that we understand? You can say teal as many times as you want and I’m going to say; “Yup, that’s a green to me.”
My mother and father went out to buy a new car in 1961, and came home with a pink Rambler Station Wagon. They both swore to all that’s holy that the car was color was Coral and I believe my dad was brow beaten to go along with the party line, but their five sons all saw a pink monstrosity parked in the driveway that we somehow had to explain to our friends. It was the first and only car his boys never asked to borrow. The Boston MTA was better than that.
My Brother-in-law Jhun is the painting contractor on this project, and so far has done most of the work himself, as none of the unemployed seem to be in the job market. Oh and Mayang, his sister has brow beaten him into the mantra of the Rose Honey Bun color, albeit he will smile when I call it a nice yellow.
The first was spackling the overhead or ceiling to you land lubbers. As over the years the paint was peeling, caused by the Air/Con and believe me it will happen again. That will be painted an off white or in local speak “Dirty White”. With wood trim left stained, to look like what it is, WOOD! After the spackling came the request for my sander to smooth it out, had I not said yes my time out of my inner sanctum or my land of naps and Android reading would have increased tenfold, and I couldn’t allow that.
So as I pen this rambling missive my house is in total disarray, all Mayang’s new furniture is where my dining room once was, my bedroom looks like a typhoon blew through it. And Paul is napping on the computer room floor on a futon. Oh yeah that’s fun! But wait I must add, and to make matters worse, my bride has informed me that my dungeon of a computer room is next!
They threw my whole schedule into disarray, but I found it was good to shake things up once in a while. My Brother-in-law Jhun did a great job, and preformed his painting with great care. He even cleaned his brushes every day, whereas I would have purchased a lot of them and threw them out at the end of the day. Jhun and I were tasked with humping the furniture up the stairs, but that made me thank myself for my forethought in having the delivery men hump the mattress up the stairs last week, even Jhun thanked me for that also.
My old bed and mattress left to Jhun’s house for his sleeping pleasure, the dressers and TV stand were claimed by our oldest Daughter YoHanna May and will sit in my dining room until she comes and picks them up, since I’ve explained in the past that she operates on Hanna Central time, I’ll give her a week and then tell her that it’s going down the road to her Aunt’s house if it’s not removed from my house yesterday. She knows that I kid and joke, but I don’t fool around when I say something like that.
The painting is done, the new furniture is in place, and as said by A.J. Martin last week; “A happy wife is a happy life!” and truer words were never spoken. But when it was all done and I took my nap where I was supposed to, I came down stairs, turned to Mayang and said; “Thank you Mahal, you did a great job and I love it.” I think Christmas is next? (Am I allowed to say that word?)
Now for the tragedy of it all; the new bed is much higher than the old bed, my dog Coolett who guards me while I nap now must be lifted to the top of it. Hey she’s the one that gained all the weight!