The Art Of House-Painting

The Art Of House-Painting

Simon Veece looked at his neighbor’s house. When he saw her dangling from a sling that was attached to her roof somehow, he got out his binos. As he watched he grew alarmed. Although Nola Wadi came off as quite eccentric, he could not believe it!

He threw on his coat and ran outside.

“Nola! What are you doing?”

She almost fell off her perch. When she saw who it was, she smiled at him.

“I decided my house needed a new coat of paint.”

Simon watched as she re-dipped her brush into what he could only describe as violet paint. He ran to her garage and hauled out the extension ladder. Propping it beside her, he climbed to her.

“What on earth is that contraption you’re sitting in?” he asked.

“My great grandpa's bosun’s chair that he brought home from the Navy. It’s better than a ladder and cheaper than scaffolding.”

“But it looks dangerous! Just get down so you don’t break your neck. Do it for me, okay?”

“But I love the effect I get when I swing back and forth with the brush on the wood. It’s unique.”

As she swung toward him, swoops of paint began to coat the wall unevenly.

“I’ll hire someone to paint it to your specifications! Please come toward me so I can grab you!”

“You’re such a worry wart Simon! I may be old, but I can still be careful!”

She began to wobble on her perch. With a lunge, Simon grabbed her. He came right off the ladder and hung dangling from the contraption. Fire engines came, sirens blasting. They rescued the pair and checked them over.

“Please, Nola! Let me get your house painted for you!”

“If you insist. I don’t want you getting hurt.”