The Pain of Painting

Rather than take the opportunity to relax and enjoy this three day weekend, we decided to paint Mary's bedroom instead. What started out as a simple project turned out to be a lot more work than expected. Isn't that always the case? Problem with painting is that I have this trick shoulder that likes to wiggle its way out of socket on occasion. It's from my early years as a softball pitcher. Ten years of swinging your arm around in a circle is bound to stretch out all those strings in your shoulder that are supposed to keep it in it's place. All the pushing of the paint roller up and down the wall must have loosened things up a bit because I went to move my arm in one direction and my shoulder went another. Ugh! Sometimes I can get it back in by myself and sometimes a trip to the ER is required. Fortunately this time, I was able to shimmey it back into socket. I suppose I should see an orthopedic surgeon to have it fixed, but I'm not about to sign up for an elective surgery and intentionally place myself in a hospital environment. I know better!

Poor Jack has been a bit neglected because of the painting project. It's kind of difficult to paint and and give Jack a lot of attention at the same time -- especially when we are on different floors of the house. There's lots of running up and down the stairs. It goes something like this: paint . . . suction . . . paint . . . pour food in g-tube . . . paint . . . change DVD . . . paint . . . suction.

Thinking about my pitching days, I decided to look through my old photos to find one of me in action. Okay, so this is not an action shot, it's a goofy posed shot. I look a bit disgusted with the whole thing, don't I? (I was a very serious kid.) If I had to guess, I'd say I was in 3rd grade in this photo. I'm sure my sisters will get a kick out of this!




Funny side note, when I was looking through my stuff to find the picture, I found a bag with things I brought home from the hospital when Jack first came home after he was born. I found a pulse-ox probe. Apparently, I thought it was going to be a keepsake. Ha,ha - joke's on me!