I've Been Waiting for Consecutive Sunny Days (After the Rain) So I Can Repaint My Back Porch with "After the Rain" Paint

I should state, too, that although it's a light gray, there is a whitish-blue tint to it when the sun shines. I applied the first coat on Wednesday afternoon and the 2nd yesterday morning. Porch rebirth.

In the 2nd coating, I was on my hands and knees making sure every corner and crevice was perfect. This afternoon, too, I will be tackling the railings and bench (which is pointless, because the birds love shitting on the bench...it's like an avian port-o-potty for them). 

It's an old porch. Many cracks in the wood, which I fixed with a wood filler that I sanded down. I didn't have enough, however, because it was costly. Maybe I have two-three good years left before the whole thing needs to be redone. We shall see.

I know I'm strange, but I find painting therapeutic. I use it to stretch, bend, and move in new directions that my body does not get from running/walking and typing on a laptop.

Grades are done. Grades are done. Grades are done. I am entering them today. Grades are done.

When you're faculty...you have these wonky, tiny moments where you truly have a break. One is when students are working on final projects, and the other is when you finish grading and out of respect for this, administrators don't call for too many meetings. There's actually space to be normal. I was thinking about this today when I heard a friend telling his wife, "Yes. This stay-at-home work is impeding on my personal space, too." I was thinking when I heard this, "What's it like to have personal space in your career?"

And I'm also thinking about the way systemic hierarchies exist...who is paid more...who isn't held accountable as much...and who demands all the air time. I just shake my head. 

Maybe I should become a professional porch painter and sniff paint fumes for the rest of my life. A part of me thinks I'd be much happier if I did.