I am acutely aware that I am dribbling drool into my paint cup. I slip in and out of consciousness, each time in a different room of the house, somehow having completed work and even eating lunch without the awareness of having done so.
Occasionally, while staring into the bright white of the painted wall, I will become disoriented as to the direction of the Earth’s pull and lose my balance. It can only be described as the sensation you would feel being deep in a cave in perfect dark, except it is perfect flat interior latex white.
I have had a few conversations with bugs, being very concerned of their well being surrounded by treacherously sticky paint. Of course, as soon as I blow the spider off the wall, undoubtedly saving his life, a fool gnat will fly onto the freshly rolled wall, becoming a permanent part of Riverbluff.
Another nuisance comes from the latex nature of the paint. If the paint tray is left unattended for any matter of time, a little bit of the paint will dry into what I have dubbed paint boogers. The roller picks up these paint boogers and then deposits them all over the wall, joining the gnats, creating a lovely lumpy texture.
I have nearly mastered my paint up, paint down technique which came in very handy when I was attacked by a gang of the Cobra Kai. In order to trim out the closets, one must contort one’s body into an “S” shape around the closet shelf while balanced on top of a ladder. At this point, I drop a drip of paint the infinitely far distance down to the floor. I can feel bulbs in my head popping. Therapy will fix me later. While some of this is based in experience, it should be noted that I do really enjoy painting, and there is nothing nicer looking than a fresh coat of paint.
(Editor’s note: We like to think Devin’s zen like stupor is due to the monotony of paint touch ups and not the fumes of the paint as we use no and low voc paints. Completely unrelated: check out updated construction in progress photos of Riverbluff on the projects page.)