don't get so hung up on the "title" thing.

sitting here in the bux listening to white christmas in what sounds like cherokee. where do they get their music? i am sitting here b/c my old man went to work out and i went with him yesterday and it bout did me in. you know, i remember being out of pain and being in shape so i know i can get there again, although with every passing day i get not that much closer but rather more older & further away -- but the point is that i remember what it's like to be in shape, so i have confidence i can get back there. what do people do who were never in shape? is it any wonder they just wallow around in their fatiosity? i mean, i am looking at a long road back here, a loooong road, but i can see the reward, understand the reward, have held the reward in my hands. i know that it's something i want to have again and i understand what it takes to have it and i'm willing to do the work because i have faith (shout out to jeff!) that it will pay off.

so the head painter guy, the one that owns the company, has been sick for a few days. awww, gots a cold? no. kidney freaking stones. uh, ouch. a crew of two showed up today and managed to paint the foyer and finish up a few bits & pieces. the color in the foyer is "kiln beige" and according to the mr painterman, it's the most popular colour around these parts. let me tell you why: it's boring. bee-yor-wrink! my old man was like, so do you like this colour?, and i was like, that is not a colour. black is the absence of all light and white is the absence of all pigment. kiln beige is the absence of absences - it is the great featureless void.

i think all the colours we were picking were making mr painterman nervous. as if it would not be a job he could be proud of. yes, there is a melange of blue and green and red all back in the back, but i sewanee i was gonna get serious in the middle. kiln beige in the foyer, latte in the den and living room, tree branch in the dining room all around with lattee above the chair rail. you are welcome to go to sherwin williams's website and check out these fine colours.

the kitchen is the last remaining outpost of wallpaper. ah, the hens, the hens. wherefore art thou hens? the dawn in yonder window breaks and you hens do break the wind, oh! and so we need a colour for the kitchen because i refuse to give in and paint it anything safe. kiln beige my great huge kiln beige ASS. don't want to rehash the colours from the back of the house. we're really leaning towards purple and by purple i of course mean something in an incredibly light lilac or wisteria. not shaman purple.

and, on that note, i must bid you adieu my dear readers. i am the chariot driver this evening, and my cinderella has texted for a pickup (in the pickup) from the ball.