Just when you thought the saga of my neighbor was over, I’ve got news from my daily morning walk with the big dog. For previous episodes, click here, here, here, here, and here.
He painted his driveway white.
About eight months ago, this very quiet, seclusive neighbor painted his gray house white. It took a few weeks, but he covered every inch of it in white paint. Doors, shutters, trim, everything.
Suddenly, as we walked by today, I noticed the driveway was all white. Perfectly painted white. The house paint was starting to fade, but the driveway looked like it had experienced the perfect Florida snowstorm.
It looks nice. It matches the house. And I’m not saying white is a bad color for a driveway. But it is the only white driveway I’ve ever seen. I doubt he used driveway paint.
So most of the lawn has grown back in. Well, it’s all weeds. All the landscape lighting is gone. Most of the barriers at the door have been removed.
But now, everything is white.
White feels clean, wintery, and neutral. White is non-committal, bright, a blank canvas.
That would be awesome. A blank canvas just waiting for paint, a picture, or some art.
