Keep it light.

Today I worked on the ceilings...one of two things I had hoped to do today.  I worked on the seams and the drywall screws and whatnot...a long and boring day.   


"Keep it light" was the advice of one of my puppy buyers in relation to finishing drywall.  "Many home owners make the mistake of laying it on too thick."

It occurs to me that this is a good euphemism for reality.  It seems best to not delve in to the realism of life with people you know, but rather stay on the solid road of meaningless discussion.  Issues like family, death, loss, etc lead to painful feelings; happy conversations seem the way to go to maintain a semblance of normalcy.  Of course, I am not saying this to preclude the reality of being there when someone needs it. 

But really, what is wrong with pushing the inadequacies of life under the rug if it makes you happy?  To me it seems best to focus on the positives of life rather than bring up failings and loss.  But perhaps this is just where I am in life....or rather it is insidious creep of the not wanting to share with others as I age, which is what happens to most humans the older they are.  Of course, not talking about your problems with REAL issues results in a lifetime of suppressed pains (like trying to live on normally after the death of someone major in your life etc).  But, I think there is something to say about focusing on positives rather than relishing the negative.  Personally, I think all one must do is accept the failings of one's past as a part of you, then move on.

Anyway, back to the evil drywall....
Tomorrow I shall sand the ceilings/walls then move on to a second layer.  I also HOPE to do some painting (which is way more gratifying than working on drywall) but in the light of how little I got done in hours of work, I think I will likely only work on ceilings :0(.  Sadness.

I finished "The Eye of the World" audiobook today.  It is a whimsical tale of a young man able to access a tainted magic that is likely going to make him insane with it's use.  I read it as a youngin'...and the books that follow, until my parents discovered and removed them from my grasp.  As an 11 year old reading it they felt it was too mature for me (having never read the books themselves).  Now at 27 I am revisiting them and enjoying them as in my younger days. 

Aw magic...how I wish you were real.  Much like God and an afterlife....rather cold reality....