Painting the kitchen went well. My friend showed up at noon Friday with soup and a plan. She didn’t think I had blocked enough areas with making tape so we did that first. Then we spent the next few hours trading brush and roller until we completed the first coat. The biggest area was the ceiling which we did mainly with the roller. The rest of the room required careful work around the counters and cabinets. It is a very pale shade of yellow now. It is not a big difference from the old off-white, but looks fresh and clean.
In about an hour, Jack and I finished the second coat the next morning. After it dried I put the
kitchen back together and then started cleaning for the party. This actually worked out quite well: knowing that I had a firm deadline for getting the kitchen painted kept me from screwing around and procrastinating about it.
An old friend, the woman who used to own the barn where I board Hap, was in town and we had a pot luck here Sunday afternoon for the people who were around at that time. The main topic of conversation was horses, of course, and most of the old stories got trotted out. It was a good thing there were no non-horse people there.