Painting Walls

Wanted to get the walls in the main gallery painted before we unwrapped the folk art show, and today was the last shot at that, so I painted walls all day. Which isn't a bad job if you have everything prepped and exercise a modicum of carefulness. I figure we need ten pedestals, therefore eleven, and I want to get them up from the basement and into the center of the gallery, spaced so I can walk between them, roll two coats of semi-gloss 'Gallery White' on the tops, and touch up any dings on their edges. They take a beating. Maybe get those up tomorrow. I got the gallery painted, which means that we probably won't get the pedestals up because we'll want to unwrap art. Given the choice. When I'm painting walls I tend to drift into thought trains, anything can set them off. Someone comes into the gallery and asks what I'm doing, or there's a commotion of some sort, or a word appears. Most of the photographs have one word titles. And she's clever, she uses good words. One of them is titled "Imminence" and I know the word well, the provenance. Impending, that state of about to occur. Lovely word. Pegi uses me as a word person when, as now, she's writing a grant, or she needs knowledge of a specific thing. She works with a local welding shop to create apparatus that her kids can fly on and she didn't know what tensile strength was. I gave her the two minute lecture on Stress Failure Analysis. What load are we expecting here? And she got it, less French Fries for the high-flyers. Then, much later, she asked me to describe a particular venue, why it was a feather in their cap to be there, and I was able to rattle off a very strong end to her sentence. They keep me around for this. I tend to be useful in unusual ways. Something you could use for not doing something else. Past history is all, it might be a pattern, but I don't care, insofar as that reflects on me. I'm the straightest arrow I know., whatever that means. Went over to the pub after work and there were a lot of people, and I was a little uncomfortable, I'd really rather be alone. Write a few lines. You and your parade. I don't know, the information is confused. Kansas during a twister, right. Whatever that sound was.