July 23, 2010

Isn't "wrenched" a great word? Say it with me now . . . wrenched. It's so descriptive. It sounds almost exactly like it feels. Anyway, day 3 of wrenched back-itis found me once again reclining most of the day. But late in the afternoon, I felt well enough to walk and sprinkle multi-colored flecks onto the newly painted garage floor. (You can see the before and after comparison at the bottom of the photo.) That's right . . . after someone else braves the oppressive heat, pulls everything out of the garage, sweeps the floor, applies a sealant, and then rolls on the paint. What makes all the difference? The application of the speckles!