I woke up the other morning and realized that I had a crazy dream. I dreamt that we moved to another house, one that I chose solely on the fact that it had smooth, plaster walls and big trees in the backyard. I guess it was a way for my subconscious to let me know the things about our home that I really don’t like.
As hard as I try, I can’t make our trees grow faster than they were destined to grow. And until I have the energy and stamina of my friend Sandra, I’m not going to retexture my walls to make them smooth like she did. I’ll just have to keep fertilizing my trees and painting my walls with flat paint so that the shine doesn’t highlight the knockdown texture.
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