For crying out loud (4COL)

     Toad Hall is getting an exterior paint job and although it’s necessary for maintaining the value of the house, I’ve channeled a confused mix of uncertainty, boiled spleen and secret desire to shock the neighbors which doesn’t take much on a block where a lot of homes are still the color of mashed potatoes and gravy. The confusion is that I had an idea of what I wanted but when I looked at all the palette possibilities, there are so many choices it’s insane. Then when I realized it’d also be insane to do a San Francisco Painted Lady look just for the sake of shocking the public, to say nothing of what a financial folly (it’s costly enough as is) that’d be, and taking into account that Denis is of NO help at all because not only does he not have my stamina for the many hours required to discuss Scandinavian Sky versus Thunderbolt Blue, the colors I most like fall into his color-blind range: blue-green-gray. I AM STRESSED and Harold Camping predicts that Jesus is coming back tomorrow so ALL this is USELESS DRIVEL and A WASTE OF MY TIME. 

      We are now gone south for the week to visit family and so I’ve Left Behind my constant patrolling the yard to check for trampled plants and paint drift on the cars parked beside our house. Anita, our assistant, and Denny, the painter, are capably in charge. So far a lot of the trim has been covered with a lovely creamy white called Bunnycake, which is a prime choice because as you know, Honeysuckle, the angora rabbit, who lives on our back porch likes this color. I just hope I will love it when it’s all done. I thought you’d like to know.