A home-decorating mishap turns out okay. |
Now that spring has arrived with fresh scent in the air, it behooves me to give my home some loving care. For the walls in my kitchen require some paint; there are dark streaks abundant; some foremost, some faint. There’s a gallon of paint in the cellar all right; it is light minty green and not overly bright. I begin with my wall opposite kitchen sink; (the humidity’s right for my painting, I think.) So I roller it on having brushed edges slow; masking tape on the chair rail indeed apropos. As I finish the wall, I take pride that I’m through; before long the paint dries to a odd reddish hue! Here I stand with my jaw on the table no less; shock with shiver, frustration and pique I confess. In the midst of astonishment, I start to groan, thinking this is an episode of, Twilight Zone. I reopen the gallon of paint labeled green, still in stuporous awe of the change I have seen. Is my wall a chameleon changing its tone? Should I buy some new paint, or just leave it alone? Accidental the incident, yet it’s okay; I go on to paint all the walls and I must say that my kitchen’s unique as a red kangaroo— for at night the walls change to a cool shade of blue. 24 Lines Anapestic Tetrameter Writer’s Cramp 6-16-20 |