White paint. Picture: Facebook
Every muscle in my body aches as I write this column.
It’s the lovely Snapdragon’s birthday on Sunday and I promised her a new lounge. Complete with new couches and pretty nicknacks … and a white ceiling.
Since we moved into our humble little house four years ago, the gloomy pine ceiling in the kitchen/lounge/dining room area has bothered her. I promised to paint it white and managed to dodge the terrible task for 48 months, but this time there was nowhere to hide.
With the painful result that the two-year-old Egg and I have spent the last three days painting. I stood on a ladder for too many hours with my hands above my head while Egg painted everything in sight – trees, toys, herself, the cat – without laying a single paintbrush bristle on the offensive pine ceiling.
I’ll never be able to explain how a house with a small floor area such as ours can have a ceiling as big as a football pitch, but I’m married to Snapdragon – I’ve learned that some things in life should simply not be questioned.
But now it’s done and it is beautiful. The entire ground floor looks bigger and lighter with a modern feel to it.
But this won’t be the last ceiling I’ll grapple with in the next months. Like everyone else, I have ceilings in my life that limit my growth and progression.
And with the house’s ceiling out of the way, I’ll tackle these. I’ll remove the ones I can. I’ll have sympathy with every person who battles a ceiling in some or other way. And the ceilings I can’t remove, I’ll simply paint white.
Because if a white ceiling can put a huge smile on Snapdragon’s face, it can only make things much easier for me.
My dear Snapdragon, may you have a wonderful birthday and a great year ahead. And I hope I have the pleasure of your delightfully exhausting eccentricity until long after the seven-year guarantee on the ceiling’s paint has expired.
And do you see now? If I promise to do something, I will do it. There’s no need to remind me of it every six months!
To you, dear reader, I wish you a festive season filled with love and goodwill.
In our country I can’t wish you a snow-covered Christmas, but may all your ceilings, at least, be white.
Dirk Lotriet. Picture: Alaister Russell
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