Painted into a Slow, Dumb Corner
Living on a ranch as a kid meant lots of space to run and lots of pets...and lots of chores. Among the most tedious for me was painting seeming miles of wooden fences with no doubt VOC-rich, toxic white paint. And while my brother probably didn't breathe in an ounce, always conniving friends to do the work while he "supervised" Tom Sawyer-like or penning "IOU three lengths of fence-painting" to his gullible little sister (that, ahem, were never redeemed), I'm pretty sure some cells or other suffered a bit of damage. It explains a lot actually.
In any case, we recently painted the IB office with low-VOC paints from local SF store Spring. We definitely needed to keep the door open, but after about a day and a half, we were enjoying new color and clean-smelling air. Too bad the conventionally painted office next door emanated fumes into the hallway for more than a month. There went another ounce of smarts and/or agility...
-Jenifer Morgan...off to walk in circles mumbling or maybe run into a wall...




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