After the work I did today, I think I'll initiate the change of my name. From now on, everybody should call me Pablo. I painted the staves today. Applying the second layer of paint took me five hours. Right now, I feel like an enormous brush. But, and this is a big but, the staves only need a final layer of paint before the locksmith installs them the following Monday. By the way, the locksmith came today to work on the stairs and did a fantastic job. Now, accessing the front garden is as easy as pie. We don't need to leave our home to enter our patio. The locksmith is a great guy. He's ten years older than us, but his stamina and physical condition are much better than ours. He was working on the stairs from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. and only stopped when I asked him questions or invited him to lunch with us. We learnt that he'd lost his partner in July. And yet here he is, working his butts off and trying to cope with the pain of the loss of a thirty-years relationship. He leaned his head forward while telling us the story and couldn't lift his head. He didn't want to show us the pain. We quickly realised it and diverted the conversation to a different topic. Very sad.
I didn't have time to study, sadly. The DIY overtook my life, and the zest I pretend to have is nothing but forcefully completing the job, as I lost it a long time ago. Not because I don't like working on the house, on the contrary. I'm just getting more and more tired after all those tasks I must fulfil. Only a few days are left, and next week will surely be better.
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