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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Going from bad to worse

Cousin moving it has been hard, and it turns out that I get angry when I can't figure out my way. Cleaning poop off the toilet seat and the shower curtain and the floor and the bathroom mat, not to mention trying to reorganize everything else has not been fun. I am not a good person and I get upset easily when poop of a grown man is involved.

One thing that I had a hard time figuring out was where to paint. I looked around for a studio space. I did find one available, but it is $250 a month. Nope. The one my momma told me about is about $140 a month (if the room has a window or sink, if not about $125), and there is no room at the inn. I am the second on a waiting list and hopefully will get in sometime after but close to January? Sigh.

This made a few problems as far as my painting is concerned: 1. Where to make room in the living room for my painting stuffs (our apartment is very small), 2. How to make it safe for my painting stuffs to be exposed to food and us.

Oil paints give off a carcinogen, VOC benzene, among other things, when drying. Having my paintings and paints exposed to the entire living space as well as the kitchen made me nervous. My dad called me, gave me some tough love and told me that there is a solution and that I need to find one.

Solution was to move our dining table out, right now it is off to the side, probably will be going into storage, and to find something that would take care of VOC benzene. Turns out I found something that does just that, Peace Lilies. Spider plants and Snake plants also help with benzenes, other chemicals, and the snake plant produces large amounts of oxygen. I got all three as well as a Thanksgiving cactus...because I wanted to (nod).

So here we go:


Book shelf protected, floor protected (kind of), and nice mature peace lilies standing as sentinels. We shall see if I can get myself more under control. At least I am a good actor and cousin doesn't seem to notice. Except today when he asked me to leave and go in my room so that a friend and him, who was going to show up in two minutes, could have some space. I was in the middle of painting. I foresee a rule: 1-7 is my painting time...don't care. When friend left I was less than thrilled. It also doesn't help that cousin got me sick. Like super sick. Yay! I love life.   

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