A Gallon of Gold, Dripping with Impatience

The sheetrock guys have done what I’ve asked them to do, and then some, so now the walls and ceilings are ready for paint.  The last time I bought paint for these walls, the color did not match.  Maybe it wasn’t the color that was off but, instead, the type of paint.  Maybe not.  We’ll see.

Anyway, today I went down to the paint store and bought one gallon of a grey Benjamin Moore eggshell interior latex.  The name of the color is Sterling; its Benjamin Moore paint color code is 1591.  It is just a light grey paint.  But apparently that grey pigment hides gold.  Serious gold.  Gold as in Fort Knox gold.  I say this because this one gallon of paint cost almost $52.  For that price, it should affix a coat of itself to the wall in a seamless, no-drip fashion.  But it won’t.

So either I will or someone else will.  Someone else being a paid painter, not my wife.  My wife has made it clear, for years, that she does not do anything remotely resembling “handyman” work; she’s never said it in so many words, but it’s clear, nonetheless.

I have the ability to do it, but it’s best I don’t.  Doing the job well requires considerable patience.   When I patience was passed around in the delivery room at my birth, it was given to the wrong baby.  Somewhere there’s a kid (yeah, a kid..like me) whose patience is exceeded only by the Buddha and here I am, a kid who got an overdose of impatience, exacerbated by bad temper.

So, I probably will give the responsibility for making the best use of that gallon of gold to a professional painter, someone whose talents and skills are exceeded only by his patience.  Armando, the guy who did some work for me recently, may be just the guy.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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