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Little Things
Don’t forget them
I stained the banister yesterday.
It’d been hanging on my ‘long’ to-do list for a lifetime, you know the list…
It’s the one that you add to, relentlessly, without thinking about, and months later it’s the long list you look at, roll your eyes, and shut down almost immediately.
It was the littlest of things.
Staining the banister. I’d been putting it off in some form or another for 9 months. Every day I’d walk up the stairs, my hand gliding along the unstained banister, and almost every day I’d think:
“I need to get around to that.”
In my mind, it was a job that needed a lot of preparation, I had visions of paint splashing on the newly laid carpet, me there, in deep frustration scrubbing it off.
I’d have to go find the stain and some brushes and then it would take a lifetime to paint the ins and outs of it all. Eurgh. Effort.
I don’t know quite what happened yesterday but I just decided that it was the day for painting the banister. I’d not thought much about it (often a good thing). I popped outside, opened the fiddley garage door, located said stain, brushes, and a cover for the stairs, and just like that, I started painting.
