All I Wanted Was to Paint

Who said that life's what happens while you make other plans? 

Today's plan: buy a dozen cradled boards.

Sand, prime, paint, glue.

No boards at the local store, so I headed north.

On Tobin Bridge, my car took on something else from the upper deck. 

Glass shards everywhere and very nearly a couple of holes all the way through.

It looks bigger when you are peering through cracks at rush hour traffic.
The cracks are quite beautiful in the tunnels - they look like water
running across the windshield.

So instead of a peaceful afternoon doing this:

 I've drove to the State Police downtown,

and home in rush hour.

Everyone has been kind. 

I did get those cradled boards.

They need sanding.

But first, a cup of tea.