Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Pleasant day under the eaves, covered in white

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, after dropping onto the patio my fully loaded freshly dipped-in-the-bucket-of-white-paint brush. Bending to glance beneath my big feet occupying the third rung of the ladder to the patio below me, I spied the nicest splatter of white paint there on a space that an hour earlier I'd felt too cocky to take the time to cover with a drop cloth because, "I'm so careful...who needs it?"

Scurrying down the ladder and racing for water to spray away the white paint splotch with the garden hose, I wondered, "Why the hell does this dam paint adhere better to the patio than the house I'm applying it to?"

Not coming off, I run into the garage, then the house, in frantic search of the brush I thought was in the garage. Racing back to the patio, I scrub the white spot frantically. It's too late, the paint clings stubbornly to its new home - the patio floor.

I would repeat this exact thing within the half hour but, under reassurances from Mrs. Dada after the first dropped brush that it wasn't all that important, I calmly climbed down from the ladder, retrieved the brush and returned up the ladder to the eaves above. "White spots be damned!"

Despite my sloppiness, it turned out to be an excellent day! From the package that arrived in the morning from Eugene containing the painting of the effects of global warming upon rising sea levels by our 2 1/2 yr. old great, great niece to the two bottles of (unbroken!) ales from the progressive Ninkasi Brewing Co. there in Eugene, plus many, many more wonderful gifts, to the discovery later this afternoon of Border Explorer's newest blog entry highlighting her visit last weekend to Columbus, NM and its border sister, Palomas, Mexico.

Earth changes resulting from global warming as channeled by our 2 1/2 yr. old great, great niece
in Eugene, Oregon. As can be seen, major damage to all seven continents through loss of land mass
from rising sea levels has resulted. Note the North and South poles, formerly covered with millions
of cubic miles of ice now lay barren with each pole resembling giant California navel oranges where
they now grow naturally, apparently.!

The only disadvantage to painting the house between such nice surprises was the talk radio I chose to listen to. The Barack - Hillary stalemate is beyond tedious. Inconceivable as it is, with their endless bloodletting and rigged voting machines I doubt either has a prayer of winning the White House.

But if Obama were to gain the nomination and win the election, I only hope he can carry out his promise of change. While I'm skeptical, it appears he can change. Like, from his pre-senatorial days when against the war, to his time since as a U.S. senator and the war funding rubber stamp for every penny Bush requested for the war.

Saying he didn't want to not support the troops while in Iraq, I'm wondering how the hell he'll be able to bring them home. But then I remembered the radio has an off button.

2 comments:

Border Explorer said...

I've noticed that "Dada's Dally" readers tend to be aware of and alert to evil in the world, particularly the evil our nation and its leaders perpetrate--evil to which many of our compatriots are blind. Recognizing evil and the suffering that it perpetrates takes a toll, perhaps all the more when many people around us don’t see what we're acutely aware of.

Living alert to evil can poison our souls unless we also cultivate alertness to the blessings that surround us. This entry illustrates that we can choose to let a dropped paint brush ruin our day. Or we can choose to recognize the love of family and friends, the joy of our interests and hobbies, etc., and put our focus there. The lesson transfers to larger problems, such as global warming. The balance is crucial: don't turn away from evil, always appreciate the blessings.

Thanks for this meaningful entry. Thanks, too, for sharing that my post about Palomas was a happy moment in your day. I’m grateful if you found it worthwhile because your work here on the Dally brightens so many of my days.

dada said...

B.E. Thanks so much for this comment. I thought I was just writing about my "day in the life" of a sloppy painter. Instead it seems (for you, at least) I had unknowingly constructed a metaphorical Rorschach test and I love your interpretation of it.

So that's what this blog meant??!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! From your comment, I'm beginning to see I really am deeper than even I suspected! ~grin

But there is so much truth to your words. Our "blind compatriots" have finally worn me down to the point of becoming but an amused, often horrified, spectator.

Meanwhile, I have a new patio set from which to watch it from and I can attest after my first day of sitting in silence, staring and soaking up sensory stimuli randomly thrown at me, it's not all bad. In fact, there was actually some really nice things happening "out there."

It appears your interpretation of this one was right on! (Were you by any chance formerly involved in psychoanalysis?)