Not to jump ahead of myself. I took last Thursday off to await the delivery of our new king sized bed from Ikea. With this distraction free day I finished the backyard. Pavers are down and that evening I seeded the grass. Here are some pictures:
The transformation is amazing... Now I just have to patiently wait another 3-5 weeks for the lawn to really establish itself... Thank goodness for all the near by parks.
Back to the paint. Me being me, I couldn't resist beginning to paint. So this past Friday night that is exactly what I did after the wee one went to bed. I painted the accent wall in the living room. Then Saturday proper I painted the accent wall in the dining room and the one in the entry way. After beddie bye time for the monster Collin and I went at the master bath and got it painted top to bottom. After all of this my hands were so sore and all of me beat up (still carried over from the yard) I decided no more painting for a couple weeks. Also, we had a lucky break of early summer like weather so we were able to have all the windows and such open last weekend. Now it is back to spring in Oregon-like weather. Here's what the rooms look like now.
The living room is in Gray Suede.
The entry way is Haute Red.The dining room is Chocolate Eclair.
And the master bath is Winterhaven (it doesn't quite translate, but it is an off white with a blue gray tint to it).
We still have four rooms to go. The powder room, the hall (kids) bathroom, the princess' room, and our master bedroom. We're hoping to work on them in the next couple weeks.
Last night, for the first time in months, I went for an interval run (run/walk/run method). It was so freeing and amazing. Like, I can't begin to describe how awesome it made me feel. I forgot just how much joy running brings me. I mean, I knew how much I loved it and all the peace and so on, but to actually do it again was just beautifully wonderful. It was far from my fastest pace and it was just under a mile, but it is also just the beginning. I don't want to risk any chance of re-injury. That awesomeness resonated and carried over with me into today. I just felt awesome and glowing. Kind of like if you have ever gone any length without sex and then you have amazing sex it just leaves you floating. I know, not the best analogy but it was the first that came to mind. For any innocent virgins, it's like, um... Well, shoot. It's feels like accomplishing something really big. Yea... That's it. Tomorrow night is run numero dos and then Saturday I am going to try my luck at running with the mini me in the stroller (yes, it is a jogging stroller).
Okay, I have Pioneer Woman playing in the background while I post this (after done I plan to mini binge watch some anime) and I just noticed that the captions are way off... Like I think they are from a different show.... What ever....
I bet by now you forgot the title of this post. You did, didn't you? It's okay.
My secret is this. And when I say this is a deep dark secret, I mean, this is something I don't think I have even told Collin and I tell him EVERYTHING. Sorry, if you told me something, he probably knows. That is just the kind of relationship we have. We are one. Except, apparently, this one thing.
Something I have always, always wanted to do is play piano. I have been enamored with them since I was a small child. I have always wanted to learn, but lessons and the instrument itself are not cheap. Maybe in a past life I was a pianist. I don't know. I just know that my infatuation has been rekindled of late. I recently watched an anime series called (really rough translation) "You Lie In April" and it was focused on musicians; specifically pianists and violinists and it was like a spark.
The past week I have been listening to classical (and some newer) piano music on Pandora while at work and while I was painting. There is something in the melodies produced by pianos that really awakens some part of me. Partially my creative side, and partially my logical side. I find that I am really focused (and yes I know there are studies to support this) while listening but occasionally I find a composition that just catches me off guard and entrances me. Of course listening to it is like torture because it makes me want to learn how to play all the more.
And in the back of my mind I remember the piano at my mother in laws house when I lived with her. There was something that deeply saddened me about a piano that was just left to sit there like some glorified shelf. Collin's mom used to play (long before I entered their lives) I believe. Another of many things I wished she'd been able to teach me. Time is so fickle.
But, yes, that's it. I am a closet piano nerd who has no idea how to play.
Next post I will finally review the Alton Brown Protein Bars. They are delicious, but I have some ideas for some tweakage.
Take care.