I was up on a ladder, taping off the crown molding in my dining room so I could put a fresh coat of paint on it. I was in the slow (painful!) process of working my way around my house. I stopped to go run an errand, and that was when I got the news from my ENT about my MRI. The ladder was put away and the project was jettisoned in favor of my new hobby, researching brain tumors.
![Undecided :-\](https://www.anausa.org/smf/Smileys/classic/undecided.gif)
The blue masking tape around a third of the dining room remained, a constant reminder of my life on hold. So-o-o-o-o, today I very carefully climbed back up on the ladder, finished taping around the molding, and painted my way around the room. I can't wait to pull the tape off, although the tape that was left from last summer will no doubt pull off the paint under it. I don't even care if it does.
![Cheesy :D](https://www.anausa.org/smf/Smileys/classic/cheesy.gif)
I feel like accomplished something toward blessed normality.
Now, I just have to keep working my way around the rest of the house. Or better yet, hire someone else to do it!
![Wink ;)](https://www.anausa.org/smf/Smileys/classic/wink.gif)
Priscilla