The enthusiasm is overwhelming.

I’m not sure whose it would be.  Maybe some of our Olympic Athletes?  Don’t want to jinx it,  but we seem to be doing OK in that respect.  It’s only taken our illustrious politicos eight or ten decades to realise that, if you spend more than 50 cents on your Olympic Athletes,  they just might be able to accomplish something.  But then again, maybe it’s a coincidence? 

OK, maybe not.

I don’t even want to talk about the venue.  I’m sure I have more snow on my front lawn than all of Sochi.

You’re welcome to go to that wiki link and scroll down to the chart having to do with average temperatures.   

At one o’clock local time there,  it was “clear and +13°C!

 

See?

Ясно 

13:00
 

OK fine,  it helps if you can read Cyrillic,  but you can figure it out.  And no,  I’m not confused.  The time is 13,  and so is the temperature.  Geez.

I’m sure that’s not entirely fair.  I’d be ecstatic if it were plus thirteen right about now.  Fark!

I guess they didn’t want to have to shovel the snow between venues??  That’s all I got.

 

Mind you, if it got that warm too quickly,  we’d have one helluva flood,  so I’d better be careful what I wish for.

 

 

My days mostly consist of hauling out the drop cloths,  the roller and brush and moving on with the painting. 

Of course,  since we’re going from the green that you see down below there,  to some sort of yellow, (don’t ask) that whole “one coat” thing is a bit of a stretch I'm afraid.

I don’t even think priming it would make much of a difference,  since that just means another coat of paint,  when you get right down to it. 

The one thing that I’ve noticed,  and I won’t be taking a picture of it either,  is that it does brighten up the centre hallway a whole heap.  That’s kind of a good thing.

Of course right along with that, now I can see just how dirty that carpet really is.  That’s not such a good thing.  I think I see a carpet cleaner in my future.  Yay me.

I’m closing in on a thousand posts,  if you can believe that.  I never really thought I’d get much past 10,  since I don’t really ever have anything much to say. 

Can’t talk about the weather,  since it sucks.  Not doing any travelling, ‘cause that ship has sailed. 

Just…painting.  And there’s not even an easel involved.

 

I suppose I could mention Shirley Temple.   I’ve never had a Shirley Temple. 

Looks kind of sweet.

But you know I don’t mean the drink.

I guess I hadn’t really been thinking too much about her. I mean, it’s not like I wake up in the morning and say to myself,  “Gee,  I wonder how Shirley is doing today?”

Then of course,  you hear by way of her “publicist”,  that she died peacefully at home at the age of 85. How does that work exactly?  What if you outlive your publicist?

Well, I hope she didn’t suffer.  She had breast cancer back in the 70s,  but they didn’t say if that was related to her demise.

Of course,  then it hits the media and we’re bombarded with her image and snippets from “The Good Ship Lollipop.”  Oh geez.

After hearing it for about the twelfth time,  it wasn’t really working for me.  I might have been interested in hearing about her later life.   I mean, she didn’t go off the rails like a lot of child stars.  Not mentioning any names.   So for that at least,  she earned a modicum of respect.  

Too bad she couldn’t have been an example for the likes of say, Lindsay Lohan or Justin Bieber.  Sorry, I went and mentioned a couple names.

I’m sure I could come up with a list of those on the “more money than brains” roster,  but I have to start supper soon,  and I’d hate to do it on an upset stomach. 

I’m feeling a tinge of heartburn just now as a matter of fact. 

Best be off.

 

You know the drill.

Sticks.  Ice.  All that.

 

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