Watching the paint dry

I finally finished redoing the basement, a.k.a. 'rec room'. The walls all have a fresh coat of paint, including the trim and doors. The room is layed out differently, right down to the pictures hanging on the walls. On to the next room. Living room, upstairs bath, downstairs bath, or laundry/utility room. All the walls are screaming for makeovers. I intend to get them all done before spring makes a permanent appearance and I can get outside to repair my stone walls and build new ones. Yes, I'll be heading out to the trail, Radio Flyer wagon with or without my apprentices in tow, to collect the blue stones randomly scattered about. I already claimed those closest to home, so my trek will take me farther down the trail, which means serious hauling back and forth of countless trips because I can only pull so much weight and the wagon can only handle so many stones. But they are there, entrenched in the dirt. I saw them. I'm just biding my time and waiting for the ground to thaw so I can dig them up and give them a new home where they won't be trampled on by paws, feet, or tires. Instead, they will be clustered together like one giant, intricate puzzle that will proudly exclaim, "I'm a wall!" Go ahead and laugh. Think whatever you want. I don't care. My kids already told me countless times that I'm obsessed with my rocks and walls. And I don't care. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. When I'm done my blue wall, I'll post a picture. (I've posted some pictures of the walls I completed last year. These are not 'blue' stones, but random fieldstones and rocks collected from the trail and nearby woods.) Maybe it will inspire you to go collect rocks and build your own wall. Or maybe not.