27th April 2019
The trek to get the rest of the flooring was interrupted by a visit to the memorial of our late next door neighbour. It was a wonderful reminder of a life we knew nothing of, but were only touched by his wave and smile that we saw occasionally.
We got to Menards in record time, and wandered around the paint section preparing to get our paint mixed.
This process really messed with my head.
I have been used to selecting my paint from a standard range, and having special colours mixed as an exception. Over here everything is mixed individually, so the choice is infinite. I like to have some boundaries, makes me feel more comfortable. Firstly you have choose the type of finish, Matt, Eggshell, Satin, Semi gloss or gloss. Finally there is the size, pints, quarts, gallons and five gallons. We spent a lot of time looking at each other with an expression of “I don’t know”. In the end we made our decision, “ its only paint, if we don’t like it, we can change it” I said, as we loaded the 400 bucks worth of coloured liquid into the truck, “God! I hope we don’t have to” I was thinking.
I can now understand why so many Americans have high anxiety and stress issues. Living in a country where multi choice is the norm, it’s no wonder that even choosing toast can blow my mind.
We collected the last twenty packs of flooring and headed back, stopping on the way to give our notice to the landlord, finally liberated we went home.
Another Lifetime to go 