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.