Mr. December took all four kids out today, first for some rock climbing, and then to explore the city a bit. Meanwhile, I stayed at home. It was another perfect, clear, just-warm-enough-but-not-too-warm day and under better circumstances I’d have gone off to the beach by myself for a nice long paddle in the kayak. But, of course, the wound on my hand is still not sufficiently healed, so kayaking is still out.
It was the perfect opportunity to try out some other activities I could include in my contingency plan for the inevitable times that I’m unable to do my usual happy things.
So I went down to the Makery with the intention of trying some watercolour techniques, only to discover that someone (I’m not naming names, but there are only four suspects) used the good Taclon™ brushes and didn’t wash them; the bristles were all caked with dried acrylic paint. Back upstairs I went to google “how to get dried acrylic paint out of my good paintbrushes that I’ll never allow my kids to use again.” Fortunately the top recommendation—acetone nail polish remover—was right where I expected it to be, not far from the hair dryer (for drying paint in a hurry,) the contact lens solution (for making slime,) and the iron (for melting Perler beads and for ironing seams when quilting.) I’ve heard vague rumours that some people keep these items in their bathrooms and use them for personal grooming, but that sounds suspect to me. They’re so obviously crafting supplies, aren’t they?
Anyhow, I put the brushes to soak in acetone and managed to find a couple of clean brushes to use with the watercolours. I spent an hour or so watching tutorials on YouTube and practicing some new techniques, and I can now say that my watercolour skills are… still not very good at all. I had fun, though.
So painting and drawing can go on my contingency plan—assuming that my right hand is fully functional. Next on my list was relaxing in the hammock with my Kobo and finishing an entire novel in one sitting. I hadn’t done that since before I had kids, but apparently it’s still enjoyable, so that makes the cut too.
Chatting on the phone with friends—yup. Playing computer games—also yes, although only for short periods. I sat at our table outside and did some Sudoku and a couple of crosswords. I suppose I could have watched some Netflix or something, but I didn’t feel like being on a screen so much when it was so nice out.
Mr. December and the kids left the house at 9:00 and didn’t return until 6:30 in the evening. I had the entire day to myself and I managed to find things to do that didn’t involve my hand instead of just moping about how I wished I could go kayaking. Don’t get me wrong—I still moped, but only in between doing other interesting stuff.