Translated…
A few days ago, my next door neighbor handed me a half-full bucket of paint, asked me if I wanted to repaint over the fences, and I’d, gladly accepted the offers.
As I got the paint, I was, more than excited, because this was something I’d never done before. In my household, as the family members married, and we get a paint job on the house, my parents would always ask the boys to do it, and, I’d watched my older and younger brothers complained endlessly while they were, handling the task, I was imagining the scenes from “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, so many people wanted to try this task out, as do I. So, how can I let this opportunity pass by so easily? I’d started preparing myself for it right away, I’d gotten rid of the stains on the walls first, scrubbed off the moss and the mold, hosed it down, and waited, for the wall to dry up, so I can start painting it the very next day.
not my photograph…
After this night of expectations, it’d started raining in the morn. I’d thought to myself, maybe, it’ll rain for very shortly, and, surely enough, with the high temperatures of this summer, it’ll surely, dry up the wall fast enough. But then, it’d, rained, day after day after day, and so, I could only, put off painting the walls, longer, and longer, and longer, and, so many days had, passed, and I’d still not, gotten the opportunity to paint yet.
Actually, the rain had, stopped yesterday, I’d announced, that I’m going to, paint the outside walls, because this is a very sacred work, I’d needed to, declare it to everybody in the house, in case someone interrupted me in the middle of it. But this time, my husband stated, “You should, wait one more day! Because, if it’d started raining again………”, and so, I can only, take his word.
This morning, my daughter left for school, my husband had yet to return from the vegetable gardens, I saw, that the weather was nice, now’s the time! I’d skipped breakfast, put my gloves on, and, started painting that wall, with my gloves, and that half-bucket of paint. At which time, I’d felt conflicted, for one, I’d wanted to finish the paint job swiftly, feared, that as my husband returned, he’d taken the work from me, like how the seven of us siblings would, fight over the food at meal time, oh well, who cares, I shall, keep my stomach satisfied first then. Secondly, I’d wanted to, take my sweet time, because as I’d lightly, brushed across the surfaces of the walls, I’d understood, how much, I loved doing this.
picture from the papers…
I’d stirred the bucket of paint evenly, and, dipped the brush in, back and forth, to spread the paint out evenly; layer after layer, getting the color darker, so I can, get it to look like how I wanted it. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! How can painting a house be a grueling job again? How can Tom be willing, to let someone else handle this fun job?
As my husband returned from the vegetable gardens, I’d already, painted the wall fully, and was, eating my breakfast in leisure, nobody took my painting job from me this time!
So, you’d, fulfilled a dream that you’d had as a child, because you were a girl, and, painting a house, along with other sorts of heavy-lifting jobs, are saved for the boys, so you’d never gotten the chance, to paint the walls, and now, you’d gotten the chance, and this time, nobody took that away from you, and, you’d, enjoyed it, because, you’d, lived out a childhood dream of yours…
Life, the Obstacle Course 