Graf 3

Half a box of adhesive tiles

1 package of light sticks

8 1 quart cans of paint, various colors

1 gallon deck stain

1 box drywall corner tape

1 gallon empty paint can

3 1 pint cans of wood stain

4 sticks of caulk

1 package pipe insulation

1 sanding sponge

1 package bifold door hardware

1 old fashioned iron

1 drywall mud tray

2 paint rollers

4 foam rollers

1 squeegee

5 paint brushes

2 decorative molding caps

2 gallons wallpaper paste

1 gigantic glass vase from my father's funeral

1 leaded mirror

1 quart drywall mud

Her bookcase contains books. Nothing special, just books, just the way it should be. Her kitchen sideboards hold kitchen appliances, nothing unusual there. Cupboards hold dishes, cups, cereal. Pretty unremarkable. But in the laundry room, under the dark recesses of the utility sink, there lurks a variety not to be expected. No laundry soap, no dryer sheets, no toilet paper. Just paint and its companions. All waiting to fulfill the purpose of their collective beings. Drywall compound to cover crumbling plaster. A squeegee to smooth the skimmed walls.Paint to cover the anticipated skimming. Sanding pads to smooth what the squeegee missed. Rollers to adhere the paint to the walls. Molding caps to top off the door molding when the walls are complete. All patiently waiting to complete their purpose, sitting year after year, wondering when their purpose will finally come to fruition. The futility of it all.