I am painting our house. Being home during the week, I’m graced with the space to do so. Peter joins me on the weekend. Sam used to, a bit begrudgingly, until he got a job.

I love the painting. 

The scraping, caulking, sanding and washing have their own unique virtues and challenges, of course – but I love the painting. 

I love the order and rhythm: trim first, house body second; top to bottom; lay down edge bead; fill the between; let sit; second coat.

It’s the second coat that really gets me. Grounds me. I love the way we paint over all underneath blemishes, disparate woodscapes, nooks, crannies, cracks and patches, melding them together into one seeming seamless, unified whole.

Hey! Can we paint over our life that way?

Would we want to?