Getting a Fresh Coat of Paint

     Even though my husband Duane says I get more paint on me than on the walls, I’m trying to rejuvenate our home with a fresh coat of paint. While I brush and roll, the memories flow as I listen to hours of rock classics: “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” - when Frank didn’t show up at my party. “You’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’ - when Larry and I broke up.     
     These were tragedies back then, but we all kept going because we were told “don’t let the sun catch you cryin.” And there was always someone to “help me if you can, I’m feelin’ down.”     
     Life was simpler, with “lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.” It wasn’t until years later that any of us faced the tough things like debt, divorce, disease, death.     
     My playlist rolls out “Mrs. Brown you’ve got a lovely daughter” while my body aches from rolling wide swatches of paint. Today, Herman’s Hermits would sing: “Mrs. Brown you’ve got a lovely walker.”     
     My steps aren’t as lively anymore either. I used to stay up into the wee hours to “do the jerk.” If I tried that now, I’d end up singing a knock off of the Bee Gees: “How can you mend a broken hip?”     
     My body is tattered, and so is my home. But the old house is getting rejuvenated, and I think that will put a spring back in my step, too.     
​     Especially if I grab some “Afternoon Delight” today - a nap.