I confess, in my 60′s, I’ve unleashed them all.
My inner child is littlepatti, who I re-discovered and wrote about on my blog starting in 2007.
I stumble across my inner talent every so often, at the unlikeliest times and it even surprises me. It causes me to wonder if I should have pursued a different avenue in my life.
My inner asylum lurks in the background of my world always threatening to charge the gates of conformity.
I don’t intend to poke fun at any of them. Well, yes I do. But no offense intended for those of you who are making clay pots at the asylum and playing Tiddly- Winks and Fish.
There but by the grace of God go I, there but by the grace of God, go I.
This all occurred to me because we are renovating our bathroom. It’s been a fun process choosing all the new fixtures, cabinets and colours. It was even fun knocking down walls and tearing out old wood, but somehow, today as I stood there, paint roller in hand, and a step-ladder to go up and down 25 times, I thought “am I crazy?” “I’m sixty-eight years old”! I don’t know how to paint!
That goes back to my “inner child”. littlepatti thought that she could do anything. No instructions necessary. Just watch and learn. Swim, dive, bicycle, drive, (that rhymes, so I’ll stop right there, but you get the point.)
My friends are taking painting classes and doing lovely work in varying degrees of loveliness, so I thought I can paint too, albeit of a different variety. So much for talent.
We’re at least two weeks away from completion, we plan to lay the Clic flooring and put an IKEA cabinet together.
Please send a paddy wagon.
PS: Word to the wise and note to self: If you haven’t tackled your own renovations since 1979, hire someone. You are too old!