Strange Paths

For the second time this week (first week in forever), I'm struck with this sharp throb of warning that I'm going down the wrong path.

This time, it relates to a painter coming over tomorrow to paint my living room/hallway. Younger guy, with two other guys I haven't met.

He's charging me half the price that other painters quoted me. And he's throwing in a couple of handyman jobs.

 

I've had dozens of contractors in my house lately. Three men from a flooring company resurfaced some of my rooms. The experience was so pleasant that I created an Angie's List account just to give them a positive review.



Random:
Post-Japanese family apocalypse fridge



 

But when the painter guy came over to work up the quote, I got an odd vibe then.  It happened when I took him into the basement to show him part of the project. He looked around briefly...which, I guess, is normal, and then refocused on what I was saying. I also found him staring in the bathroom mirror while I tried to pull out the TV in the next room. He could've just been admiring my bathroom work. But I got this ... dull current?... right then.

 

Like that one time I tried to pull an electric plug out by the prongs.

Now that tomorrow is almost here, the "dull current" is more like a blaring car alarm in my head. Blinking lights and all. Something about tomorrow is all wrong.

 

Plus, I had that dream again...where I'm standing in scuba gear on the ledge of a one story brick building in the middle of the ocean, and I jump onto the whale's back because the crowd is cheering me on, knowing I'll drown if I go under because I can't swim. I drown. Again.