When spring hits and I have a writing deadline, household duties seem to bear down on me like a cops prerequisite to give out his months end quota of tickets. Bottom line…I feel compelled to stop and deal with the eyesore. (The task is the eyesore, not the officer…but I would stop for the police too. Oh for heavens sakes, you know what I mean.)
Anyway….all winter long I’ve been ignoring this winter worn,
green-gray grimy cracked, paint chipped chair that sits on the front porch,
next to my front door.
Let’s face it….this rocking chair is an eye sore. It is one of those houses that I’d drive by
and say, “What are they thinking?”
However, in my defense, I’d like to point out, thanks to Lurch and Lila my Great Danes; two inches have been chewed off the tips of the
rocker legs. The armrests have deep embedded teething marks and the seat slats
have the top layers of wood torn off.
Bottom line…I knew I had to find the beauty in this chair or
bottom-line…at least hide its ugly. (Or that sucker was going to the dump.)
Refusing to put it off another day, I put my writing on hold
(again) and mixed up a batch of foul smelling
cleaning solution, found the rusty wire scrub-brush the dogs had buried in the
yard, and got busy.
It’s a win-win situation!
My little bungalow now has curb appeal and this mom has something to write about!
Pamela Vanden Boshttp://pvbos.tumblr.com