I have five major things on my to do list and the weather has turned. I’ve had to re-get my heater out. It was put into hibernation just the other day. Now I must get it out again because the weather is incessantly wet and grey and windy. It’s all very jarring.
Some might say I brought Ireland home with me. Except no one said that. The people I have spoken to so far today have said things very different from “you brought Ireland home with you.”
Before all this, I spend 15 minutes in the studio varnishing a painting to protect it from the damp. It feels personal, varnishing a painting. It’s the final coat. I wouldn’t say the kiss of death, except that I just did, but it’s something like that, only more uplifting. The finishing touch. But with the brush I use, it’s more like the finishing pet. It’s a wide brush.
After the varnishing is seen to, I leave. My neighbor says I am very efficient (she is French) but if only she could see me try to extract my heater from where it hibernates.