When the drilling starts this guy folds like a cheap paper napkin. But then I don't feel so bad because as the dentist drills he says, mostly to himself, hmmm. . . this is a lot deeper than I thought it was. Then he begins to wonder if he is going to be able to avoid doing a root canal since the decay has burned in close to the nerve.
That is how things go with getting our next home ready to be moved into. The only painting I'm doing right now has nothing to do with art. There's something like 4000 sq. feet of walls and ceilings to paint. Two coats, of course. My son and I wonder if we will ever finish.
And we've sure experienced the "gee, this is deeper than expected" on more than one occasion. So we are into the third month of nibbling away at the process of getting the place ready to be moved into. Even the landlord is wearying of all the unexpected issues.
I am ready to get back to art and music again. Hoping it will happen soon. : )