Julia and I move into the house in about a fortnight. There are holes in the floors but the kitchen has got a coat of light mossy paint against bright, white trim and cabinets (pics to follow)!
Painting trim (and there's a lot of trim in this house) is not like demo is for your brain. Without the silence of sweat, painting trim is detailed, tedious work that leaves lots of room for folding thought on thought. How have you spent the hours and days of your life when you were not painting trim? It's a cruel, clear evaluative measure — I will tell you I have spent some worse hours, and that's probably saying something.
In a house way older than your grandma, there's not enough caulk or white paint in the world to make something ornate and warped, something that has seen some kicks and holds some walls, perfect again.
Although, caulk is amazing (cue laugh track).
Because we are not pro painters, we can't cut a perfect line with a brush. You get your trim all white, but then there's paint on the wall. You touch up the wall and get paint on the trim. It's like that Seuss story about the pink stain. After ~9hrs of trim painting my reverend Nana's words get said in the kitchen, "We do our best, for angles can do no better." Actually this line has some of the Irish-Austro inscrutability to it. Does she mean we must aspire to be angles? Or is it flipped — effort and intention are all that matters, all "bests" are of equal value? Are we angels already? I have to ask. In any case, or actually this case, I'm taking it as an invitation to accept the imperfect, beautiful things that come from our hands.
Sugar wrote, "Acceptance is a small, quiet room." I now think acceptance is painting 200 yards of trim in house you plan to live in. Acceptance is a project you might never finish and which lots of people won't really notice as a part of the whole. It's painting white on white and missing spots you only see later from ten feet away. It's gluing together what you can, painting over what you can, drawing lines where you can. Then you put down your brushes, wash your hands, and call it good enough to edge your days.