A Light Bright White...not in Flight

I had to find something that would match my whiteness.

Our church drywall project is nearing its end. We are down to painting the walls and the shelving we put up. 5 hours yesterday...3 today.

Yesterday...I made the mistake of wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Covered with white paint. Ankle to knee. Fingertips to elbows. Chin to hair. The only good thing? At least the paint matched my hair color.

Marilyn, the Fenton duck...wouldn't co-operate. But...Marilyn, the Linden duck...let me creep up to within 6 foot of her. Creep is probably a good word. "Who is this creep creeping up on me?"

I love her feathers rising up in the moderate wind. She was napping near her friend Maurice, but he headed for the deep to avoid the creep.

No painting tomorrow. I have been pulled up from the J.V. team to watch the baby. He's sick. Fever and throwing up (didn't use the V word, Sherrie.) Not good to send to daycare. Maybe he'll let me hold him for a change.