I'm covering myself over in paint this week. The classrooms at church went up just before Easter and were duly painted and moved into, and then we had the season of weddings which meant that the parish hall got a fresh coat, and then, well, you know, life is busy. Painting the new hallway just hasn't been the top of any list. But VBS is next week and it looks like the leader and organizer of it has everything all under control…I said that wrong…it doesn't just look like it, she does have everything under control…so I thought I'd mess around with paints and ladders and let everyone else worry about how to make a gangway, although, for a lot of grubby little kids, wouldn't a plank be a lot more interesting. Just a little joke there.
Like a lazy idiot (I said like! Like! Not the same, not an actual lazy idiot, just like one!) I didn't want to bother with the bigger ladder, so I just perched on top rung of the smaller one, applying paint, feeling uncomfortably suspended between heaven and earth. Finally had to climb down when I began to feel very hot and light headed. Sat around on the floor for a while and painted my new tray. Every three years I have to aquire a new Morning Tray. Matt brings the tea up to me on a tray. The last one was red. This one is blue now because the brush was in my hand, the fog was in my head, and the cosy was calling quietly that the blue on the brush might be just the thing.