yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead

Or the paint on your hands, the ache in your shoulders, or bags under your eyes. . .

After finally arriving at the "primer stage", we looked around the dimly lit room and felt somewhat satisfied. It will get there - finished I mean. This is the bedroom that was once occupied by my sibling. Since her absence, the walls have been stripped, the furniture moved. Towels, dropclothes, and plastic coverings make the rugs and carpet. And yes. . .
those walls. Oh where do I begin with those walls.

Plastered and spackled. Grind lightly. Plaster again, dry then plaster once more, grind lightly. This never-ending process to prevent air bubbling in those walls. Paint the primer. . . watch the primer bubble. Strip the primer. Wipe the sweat. Grab the plaster. Scrape and smooth. Grind. Paint primer again. . . so so so carefully.

Smooth . . . Smile. . . fan goes on high, shut the door. Wipe the sweat. . . 1st step is done . . . well, almost.