This old house needs some love with a refresh on the trim boards. Time for brushes and ladders and a good semi-gloss paint. In high school and college I was blessed to work on painting crew. The best part was the sense of accomplishment when the crew would wrap up and look back and see the difference that we had made. Just a few days with a good crew and each house looked brand new. My superintendent of our school hired me and it made a big difference in my life. Not only did I learn a bunch of practical life skills, I got to work with some great folks and make the money I needed. Today brought back good memories and motivated me to keep this old house beautiful.
The running joke when folks would drive by a house or barn where we were painting, “Missed a spot!” Ha ha.
Life teaches us that we will need to paint, paint, and repaint.
The Brushstrokes of Change
A canvas old, a house of years,
With faded hues and whispered fears,
Awaiting touch, a vibrant plea,
To be reborn, for all to see.
The brushstrokes start, a careful dance,
A symphony of color’s trance,
From white to blue, a sunny day,
Painting dreams along the way.
The walls awake, a fresh new gleam,
Reflecting joys, a living dream,
A transformation, bold and bright,
Bringing hope into the light.
No longer drab, but filled with grace,
A smile upon this painted space,
The house reborn, a happy scene,
A masterpiece, serene and clean.
Johnson 2025 Sabbatical 
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