paint cansThere’s a lifetime worth of old paint cans on the property we just bought.

The more I dig into the situation, the more I think that the people who sold us the place didn’t do a lot to “stage” it.

There wasn’t a whole lot of staging going on.

Of course, I’m kidding. We bought the place “as is”….in fact, the house wasn’t even included in the appraisal….it was too “atypical”….too outside of what a lending institution would consider lending money on.

Anyway….there’s a lot of paint cans.

That’s such a minor detail, though.

I’m going to buy some kitty litter…dry up the latex paint….get rid of those cans.

All the old oil base paint is going to be a different deal. I’m going to have to figure out where to take it to get rid of it.

It’s only a minor problem.

No worries.

Jenny and I were talking about ebola this morning.

That’s kind of scary…if you think about it from the wrong angle.

Of course, the topic veered over into transmission….and then she raised the question of getting it from the mail.

Dang….that would really suck.

That’s what I do for money.

I handle a lot of mail…some of it from Dallas, even.

I don’t think that it’s easy to get ebola.

That’s a good thing.

It’s the worrying about it that has got me worried, though.

That little voice that I push to the back of my consciousness that says, “Well….how exactly do you get it, anyway?”

I know what we’ve been told….but what’s the truth? Is it some kind of government plot? Is someone out to get me?

Of course, I’m only sort of kidding.

I’m not that paranoid.

There sure is a lot of weird news out there in the world.

Did you hear that sea levels might go up 4 FEET by the middle of the century? That Washington, DC might experience daily….and this is what the article called them….”nuisance floods” by then?

That’s crazy.

It makes mountain real estate a lot more desirable if it keeps the ocean out of my backyard.

Lots of stuff to worry about.

Back to these paint cans….back to the task at hand.

I will be glad when I get rid of all the cans and other trash that the old/original owners left behind.

It’s nuts the stuff that people save.

Crazy nuts.

Its like a really sad and unfruitful archaeological dig to clean up out at the place.

I don’t know about ebola.

I know about the mountains of paint cans.

I guess that I’ll work on what I know and worry about the rest when I have a minute to catch my breath.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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