Did some painting last night.
When we first moved into this house, Alan and David shared a room, while Jacob slept in ours. But when Jacob was big enough, we moved him into David's room, and moved Alan downstairs. To celebrate him having his own room -- big boy! Not afraid to sleep by himself! -- we painted his room. Neither Claudia nor I are artists, but we got modestly ambitious and painted a sort of mural... an astronaut floating in space, colorful stars and planets, and a spaceship. It ended up looking pretty nice. So, every night Alan went to bed with the spaceship on the wall over his head, and the astronaut hovering protectively by the foot of his bed.
But now it's just me in an empty house, and the landlord would like the room back the way he left it. I'm painting in stages. The stars and planets and spaceships are all bright colors, so they will need several coats before they're covered. Did the first couple of coats last night.
I found myself oddly reluctant to cover up the astronaut. Just paint, of course. But... thanks for watching over my little boy, spaceman.
-- In other news, the Hash House Harriers will not meet today, because large public meetings are still forbidden under the State of Emergency. So, I'll take a nap instead.
-- Suddenly today, as if a switch had been flipped, the streets were full of vendors selling flowers. The last sullen scabs of dirty snow haven't quite disappeared from shadowy corners, but the air is warm and the birds have been going nuts for a week now. Saw my first bee this afternoon, buzzing around some violets for sale outside my office. Yeah.