Mom came over today and helped me to finish the last bit of painting. A week ago yesterday, we were painting away in the master bedroom, but after a long day of cleaning and painting we didn’t quite get the closet finished.
[Insert bad gay jokes here.]
So today, we spend the morning in the closet, painting the walls, avoiding painting the floors (again), and waiting for the paint to dry.
And it’s thrilling.
I guess I’m just ready to be done moving. I’m ready to be still enough to let these roots sink into the ground. At least for a while.
But with every change comes having to watch the paint dry. Those moments of unsure transition when you’re not sure what to do except the obvious.
Better get back to it.
blessings.
jon.
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- jon
- Welcome to the Dog Dooner Cafe’. In January of 2006, I began writing this blog as part of a contest for my study abroad program in Copenhagen, Denmark. During the semester that followed, family and friends were able to follow my travels around Denmark and Europe. Over my weeks and months abroad, it became a place to for just that, but also to share insights that the travels brought with them. The name comes from a imaginary place I began telling my parents about when I was 3. As far as I can tell, it was a place where everyone was welcome, where kindred spirits and new friends gathered and loved. The name, then, seemed fitting. Welcome to the Cafe’. Sit down, have some tea, and see what you think.
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