|Front of the house|
Weekend conversation at the Sow's Ear:
"It looks a bit overcast out there," I yawned while peering out the window on Sunday morning.
"Hm mm...that's no good...After brekky, I'll put on my painting clothes and I'll do the final coat of the front wall," said Jason.
"But it looks like it's going to rain," I looked at him oddly.
"Maybe I'll just paint under the eaves then," Jason suggested.
After a quick breakfast, Jason moved to the bedroom to change into his panting clothes. The house grew darker and the rain began to fall steadily outside.
"It's really raining now," I remarked a little too loudly to Jason, hoping he got the hint.
In other words: "Step away from those f%?#ing paint brushes. Move slowly. Have you completely lost your mind to even consider painting anything in this weather?"
"Yeah. Maybe I won't paint," he said.
Anyway, you'll be pleased to know the day was not a complete waste. The weather had cleared by lunch time. And guess what? Jason got changed into his painting clothes and painted.
|Jason doing the moon walk on the trestles.|
(You know he's Bad, he's Bad - You know it, you know)
|Rainbow Lorikeet in our grevillea tree.|