I’m pretty much in charge of the Front of House at Stage West. That means the gallery is my responsibility. As such, I took it upon myself to fill in the holes left over the last year by lots of paintings and other works of art.

It was a noble but tragic effort. The walls, briquette red, didn’t like the patch-up job and I was left with a 50×18ft wall with big, deep red splotches all over it. Horrible is a nice description for how it looked.

After a few hours at the local big box hardware store trying to find a solution, I was left with the fact that I had to paint the whole pooty-butt wall, starting with a primer no less. I began immediately as I don’t like to delay unpleasant work.

After 4 hours yesterday and another 3 today, I primed the wall. My boss suggested having the original painters come back and spray it to avoid roller marks. I was grateful…

Happily, Matilda took the whole process in stride. She played in her gym, napped, and practiced rolling. Sure she fussed a little but all in all she was a champ. It’s just another reason I’m thankful she’s my daughter.