Life in Costa Rica: Hate isn't too strong a word.

I decided to go ahead and start painting two of the walls in my bedroom today. Remember this is the acetate paint, where you use paint thinner and not water. You even put paint thinner in the paint. I asked the young man in the paint dept. how much thinner to how much paint. His answer was like it doesn't matter. Now that doesn't do it for me so I went online - Google of course - and it said 4 parts paint to one part thinner. But it wasn't any thicker than other paint to start with. So, I poured out about a quart and added about 1/2 a cup and stirred and all that seemed to happen was I did a lot more dripping than normal, so a lot more clean up. Now these walls are wood, not paneling so there are grooves between the raised areas, some more than others. I could go over the large areas with the roller but I had to use the brush in the grooves. It would then mess up the roller area and I would have to do that again.

And, my get up! This paint stinks and I didn't think inhaling it would do my bronchial problem any good so I figured I should cover my nose and mouth, and my hair of course, and my hands with yellow rubber gloves. I sent Emilio a picture and he said I looked like a middle eastern shooter. Well it didn't take long and my face cover was all wet - it's warm here. Then my glasses fogged up. I decided I just better give up and breathe the stuff.

When I needed more paint I didn't put thinner in it so it will probably all fall off the walls tomorrow. The whole time I was painting I was thinking up terrible things I can do to Gerardo for making me use this paint. I was thinking of painting the bathroom and then the kitchen but I have decided to offer chocolate or cookies or money or even sexual favors to anyone who will do my painting.

Yes, I have pictures. I will start with where I finished today because I don't want the picture of me in my sniper get up on Facebook.