Eleven hours (combined) of painting over the weekend and the house still isn’t done with its first coat. Stonefield is two-storied, and I am painting it by myself. I shouldn’t be completely disappointed in my progress. Eighty percent complete is better than zero, but I should have done this earlier in the year. It was only the unexpected disappointment of not finding a painting company to perform the job before winter hit. Being the fresh homeowner I am, I was completely unaware of booking seasons in advance. On the bright side it will save me $2,000 (a little over £1,200 or 2,100 AUD), and I’m getting more than one coat out of the deal. The first has cleaned up the siding tremendously, which has caught the admiration of the neighbors.
Although I despise the ego stroking when people speak similar phrases, housework is not mentally challenging work. That’s not to say I don’t have to problem solve from time to time, but painting leaves a lot of time for the mind to wander. It wanders all over the place in search for amusement. Songs, memories, Tarantino-esque musings, scheduling, and task reminders all pass through the extra human RAM provided by the activity.
One of the fabulous little mind gems yesterday was the concept of a Hi-Q. I’m not going to say I started it, because it’s too simple an idea to do so. However, it occurred to me and it had not before. I have not seen it anywhere else on the Internet as of today. So, it’s at least “new to me.” I’ll take that.
In my creation, a Hi-Q is a haiku dealing with less-than-common topics. They are often intellectual in nature. Traditionally, a haiku deals in sensory activities but I find senses and emotions are close enough together to be included. I did so below with the theory of universal “Heat Death.”
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“Heat Death of the Universe” by Corvidae in the Fields
More borrowed upset
Space doomed through simplified terms
A proud man’s hot air
Corvidae in the Fields 
I’m still disturbed by your Tarantinosity.
“Still”? When were you first disturbed? Granted, he can be highly disturbing and obnoxious at times, but what exactly about it that disturbs you?
I mean several paragraphs later, that’s all I was thinking about. When I think of him, I think of blood and explosions and deviant face masks and anger. Boy stuff. I didn’t mean “still” in the sense that we’ve been friends for a decade, and I’ve been disturbed by this and repressed it until now.
Ah, I see. I still loves me some Reservoir Dogs though. 😉
We painted our old Charleston single inside and out last year before we sold it. I wish my pea brain had thought of a Hi-Q.
Now you stop putting yourself down this instant, young lady. You don’t actually believe that, do you?
Good the see the little grey cells are back in action.
Me too. I’d like to hold on to them as long as I can. 🙂