Tuesdays are for Painting

Lots of work today. Most of today was filled with painting, the inside and outside of a house in Broadmoor. The painting was for an older woman who had to leave New Orleans by helicopter after the levees broke. She got to her local Catholic church, and then her and a few other were helicoptered to safety. Afterwards she spent the next year or so in Cottage Grove, MN.

I have learned a bit about myself over the last two days. One, I hate window glazing as much as I have ever hated anything. Second, I don't mind painting- too much. Third, I don't mind heights. Also, I have a couple of more insights from Acts, but no time to share them now, I will share them later. Take a look at this picture:


The dark parts of the shirt are sweat. The humidity was brutal, but you actually felt like you did work, which was nice.