I'm not a superstitious person, but I do have this idea that whatever one does on New Year's Day sets the tone for the rest of the year. Last year, I barely celebrated New Year's Eve, because I had to go into work at 8am, to work on a show that we'd all fallen out of love with. I have a particular memory of spending far too much time shinnied up a telephone pole laboriously sanding down the wood, so that the actor who would be climbing that pole wouldn't get splinters. Yup.
This year, I spent the better part of New Year's Day with my face on the bathroom floor, scraping paint off of our 1925 plaster tile-board. And you know what? I was really happy to be doing it.
We're removing a terrible layer of peeling pink latex paint. Under that are various layers of oil paint -- more pink, then brick red, then dark green. Finally there's a very strong layer of tan paint, and under that is the plaster tile board. We're trying to end our paint removal at the tan layer, in order to do the least damage possible to the plaster "tile."
The top picture is how it looked at the end of my word day on January first. The lower picture shows the state of things two days prior. It's slow going, but bizarrely satisfying.
And to make things even better, we're invited over to our fabulous neighbors' house for dinner tonight. I think 2014 is off to a good start.
How about you, blog readers? How did you spend the first day of the New Year?