Painting

I was a highly discouraged on Saturday when I drove in circles for about 45 minutes (I wish I was kidding) looking for this Wal-Mart that I feel almost positive does not exist. My failed sense of direction and wasted time almost drove me to stick rusty spoons in my eyes- I was irritated to say the very very least. I tried my luck again refusing to raise a white flag to lost. So on Sunday I set out again for a different Wal-Mart. FOUND IT! I walk in with my head held so high, grinning from ear to ear until I walk up and down every aisle and the the cheap keyboard/ piano that I had come to find was nowhere to be found, let me reiterate...nowhere.
The cause of finding a hobby wasn't lost because I bought painting supplies instead. My new roommate, Nicolas, plays the accordion (very well) and the past couple of nights as he practices Hey Jude and Love Me Tender in the living room, I paint my little heart out in the kitchen three yards away. It is a creatively bizarre moment that makes me wonder how it could ever get any better than this.