Remember the old Mother Goose nursery rhyme, “There Was a Crooked Man”?
There was a crooked man, he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
My life in four lines.
This little crooked house sometimes feels as though it’s made of just paper and dreams. Sometimes both me and the man are crooked after a hard day of working around here. There have been several days of running a trimmer taking care of spring weeds while Honey Darling started taking apart some pallets. Aspirin and a good nights sleep can cure what ails and it’s time for some attention on the bathroom.
We try to be careful when working on the walls in the house. Some are drywall and others, where there is running water, are vinyl covered wall board. You can pull a hole in the vinyl wall board just removing an old wall anchor. Or something that has been pressed to the wall for too long, like a curtain rod bracket.
I found that out today. The bathroom painting has been delayed an additional 24-hours while the wall repairs cure.
It’s alright. It’s just the little crooked house and there are still lots of crooked miles waiting to be walked. I will just pick up the pieces of another project and keep moving.