During the last couple of days I’ve been preparing the spare
room for a new coat of paint. Today I finally got the brushes and rollers out
and started painting. This kind of work - renovating, odd-jobs around the house
– it tends to make me a little cranky. I think this is because generally
something always goes wrong. A big chunk of wall will fall out. A lighting
fixture will break. A stain will refuse to be painted over. I won’t have the
right tool, even though there are hundreds in the shed! No matter what, the day
always ends with me shaking my fist and grinding my teeth.
So, even before I started painting, I was in a bad mood.
Thank God for small surprises. As I was moving a cheap, white closet into the
middle of the room, cursing everybody and everything, I came face to face with
this –
My sister painted it on the back of the closet years ago. I
had forgotten all about it. It snapped me out of my mood and kept me company as
I worked on painting the ceiling.
Something eventually did go wrong. But who cares. This day
belongs to the Unexpected Lion.
Aw, sweet post! Isn't it amazing how something nostalgic like that can just randomly pop into your life and remind you of good memories? It can definitely change your whole tune for the day? Glad you had company while painting the ceiling and that you didn't let the "thing that went wrong" ruin the day for you!
ReplyDeleteI wrote the post without telling my sister and told her I had put something for her on the blog. She had forgotten about the lion as well and was quite touched to see him again. She told me how she only had a limited number of colours and that's why he's grey/brown rather than tan. I love him. One day I'll have to tear the closet apart and frame it :)
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