Last week I told you about my pink barn and the extenuating circumstances behind it. This week, the prolonged pink coat has been the subject of increasing concern and conversation among my neighbors.
As I stated in my previous writing on the subject, my brother-in-law kindly offered to paint our barn but could only put the first coat on before leaving for a week. A week and a half later, the first primer coat continues to adorn my barn with a horrifying pink color that will haunt me for years to come.
While my brother-in-law has returned, we have not had a rain-free day since then to spray on the second coat. And, though it has rained every day, there also has been ample sunshine to highlight the bold pink color that can probably be seen from the next township.
The other night, after the rain, the weather cleared up for a beautiful evening. As a family, we walked down the road to work with the show sheep for the state and county fairs. On such a pleasant evening, I temporarily forgot the nightmarish pink monstrosity that is looming over my property. I thought my family walking with the sheep in the quaint rural setting might make a nice photo. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and ran up in front of the sheep waking crew to take a picture. I snapped a few shots and started flipping through them to find my favorite and, there was the pink barn in all of the photos, mocking me from the screen of my cell phone.
I think the forecast for Saturday is for sunshine and clear skies. Until then, I will have to be strong and endure the pinkness. I will continue to avert my eyes from neighbors concerned about their property value and the rural integrity of the community. And, I will have to PhotoShop out my barn in any additional photos.