Word of the day – corybantic – frenzied; agitated; unrestrained.
My littlest grandson Corey has his agitated unrestrained moments, but underneath that he’s considerate and very loving. A funny mix.
But the Y in this word is pronounced “uh”, not “ee”, and corybantic rhymes with “romantic”. So don’t say you didn’t learn anything today. Or that you wouldn’t love Corey if you met him.
My corybantic days of this long redecorating summer are drawing to an end. The main floor is done except for a couple of light fixtures and some serious dusting. There have been times when I would flop myself down, utterly exhausted, wondering why my shoulders ached, then think well you just moved sixteen pieces of furniture, you idiot. I’m not always polite when I talk to myself.
The wall colour in bedroom one is called Swiss coffee. It is not yellow, even though that’s how it appears in the photo. More of a creamy white. Bedroom two paint colour is called plantation tan and also not as lovely in the photo as in real life. Since we are not familiar with plantations or what the sun on one might do to ones skin colour, we decided to rename this colour maple walnut ice cream, more in keeping with my edible colour theme. Not sure if you would want to eat a pelican, but pelican is the name of bedroom three and the ensuite bath colour. Nothing hung on the walls yet of the bedroom three/art area space because I can’t decide what “splash of colour” goes with pelican and cream. Maybe blueberry? Or raspberry? Or some other fruit?
And that’s it! No more painting of ceilings and walls! I even cleaned out and reorganized my junk drawer, sorting things like screws into pointy and non-pointy ends, because nails and not nails wasn’t sufficiently specific. So now what am I supposed to do with myself??
Happily I remembered I have a blog. And a brand new art area chock full of misplaced and mixed up supplies, and a project, to do a couple of coffee pictures for my daughter. And I have cupboard shelves that need cleaning and maybe painting and definitely new lining. And things that need moving downstairs from up, and upstairs from down and speaking of stairs, the carpet on them is awful. And then there’s the basement, but that’s a project for another day. Or series of months. And the main bathroom needs renovating, which should have been done first, but too late for that.
So. It appears I am not really done. But it does feel like a chapter has ended. Corybantic no more. Until the next wave of redecorating mania hits me and sweeps me away I guess.