From 1988 -1998, Murphy Brown brought relevant politics to comedy. The show also introduced us to Eldin, the painter. Brown, a journalist, hired Eldin to paint her townhouse. Somehow, he never finished.
A few years ago, I hired my own version of Eldin, the painter. He had a great eye.
I love the colors in my bedroom. Each wall blends like a cup of coffee, latte, cappuccino, or espresso. My friend, Carol, helped me choose and electric purple trim.
Each wall of the stairway is a different yellow blending all the way to the top where it culminates in bright yellow like the solar plexus chakra.
While I went to school each day, my neighbor, Christie, checked on my dogs. She came at random times. Each time she visited, my Eldin was sitting in the side yard with his Great Pyrenees. Never once, in a month, did she see my Eldin with a paintbrush.
On September 11, 2010, my Eldin greeted me at the door. Tarps covered the furniture, only one layer of paint was on the bathroom wall, and he said, “Do you need a roommate?”
While I refrained from losing it entirely, I replied in a calm voice, “No. No. I need a painter who finishes on time.”