icarusancalion

Over the last three weeks I've been painting. I've painted on my Mondays off. I've painted before work on Tuesdays. I've painted after work on Wednesdays. I've led groups of painters on Fridays. I've touched base every night with, you guessed it, painters. I've even had high school students to cut in around the lighting.

The room went from primed, to a ceiling coat, to shining white above, to finally sleek cool turquoisy green walls -- all on fast forward.

My one-wall-a-week project launched into light speed with the announcement Yangthang Tulku was coming. If you paint an Air Base before the president visits, surely you wouldn't have blue tape around the room when the venerable spiritual master visits.

I didn't think we could do it. But my enthusiastic friend M. kept going, and so I stepped up the pace alongside him.

Yangthang Tulku sat in the prayer room for hours the other day, just basking. Jetsunma said the place looked "clean." Yeah.

Now I'm looking forward to not hunting through the dirty laundry for things to wear. It'll be good to have the dishes washed again, maybe take in a movie. I bought new blankets the cats are enjoying.