Susan dedicated two of the previous three day weekend painting the daughter's room. It's slightly larger than a monk's cell* with a solitary north facing window and hand me down furniture. The furniture got painted too.

Then Susan took a can of high gloss black and finished a bunch of her own painting projects including the living room shelves newly installed by the husband after seven years of asking. The old redwood benches which serve as Susan's dining room seating got two coats after a good priming. Some other stuff that was already painted black got freshened up and Susan ended her weekend speckled, stiff, hunched over and in need of a manicure.

*description appropriated from Susan's friend, Kate.