I'm Practicing For a New Occupation

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I guess I'm supposed to be a painter. I spent a couple weeks this past summer painting Mom's sheds, and now I'm painting here. I like to paint, though I wouldn't say I'm that good at it. Most of the painting I've done has been interior, but these most recent jobs have been exterior.

Mom's sheds aren't very big, and up until today I've been painting the lower level of one of the apartment buildings. I could reach it all with a step ladder. Today I finished that and moved on to the laundry building, which is just one story, but still high enough that I need to use the small extension ladder. No big deal, I could handle it okay. I just have to be more careful about leveling it, and it's a bit trickier to climb up and hold onto the paint tray.

Painting itself is trickier here, just because of the constant breeze. As I pour the paint into the tray, strands stream out all over everything. And I have to wash out the tools and tray about every two hours because the paint dries so fast it all gets gummed up. And sometimes it's hard to make any progress because I just want to sit and gaze out at the sea and surrounding islands.