Friday, January 13, 2012

Nervous Breakdown Pt. 1

I received a call from my mother earlier this week saying we'd be lucky if my grandmother made it through the week.  Well, Tuesday night she left this world to move on to... well who knows.

When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time at my grandma's house.  She had cable and that was fucking awesome.  She also cooked bacon in the microwave and played Go Fish with me.  Then my grandpa died and my family thought it best to move her to a retirement community.  Since then, it's all been down hill.

I'm upset about losing my grandma, but her death came at nearly the one year anniversary of the death of my friend, Luke.  This puts me in a big 'fuck the world' mood.  My work gave me some time off to get over myself, so what do I do? I laid on the couch on Wednesday and pouted.  Thursday I went to work and was sent home.  I was pissy.  I needed something to do.  I decided to paint.

When we moved in, the house was a kind of white bookmarked for hospitals and mental institutions:

It came with the stains from what ever the last guy had hanging included for free.  What a steal.  I got some paint samples from Lowes and decided to see how they looked:

They started growing on me.  So I painted: 

And now half my living room is done.  The colors remind me of a lobby or a waiting room of some sort, but it's a huge improvement over the white there was before.  

Poor Nathan had to put up with my emotional break down, and I'm sure there will be more to come.  At least he's making sure I'm eating and putting on pants every once in a while.  

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry about your Grandma. I hope you can find comfort.