So I did it myself.
I hired Candelarion to paint, well, in truth his wife Hilda was the one negotiating the deal when Candelarion was voicing unsurety about painting.
And so I hired him and he worked hard at painting, a thing he truly had no talent for.
He also begged off work Friday for some family do which, in Mexican fashion, turned into a very wet night and that made him unable to work Saturday and even Monday, when he returned to work he admitted having to fortifying himself with a few beers to stop his hands from shaking.
He worked that day and then we parted ways; he to go to another job, a manly job where he got to use tools and crash and bang things like men do.
And I was left with the job unfinished.
Till today.
Today I hauled the ladder in to the house and I clambered to the top to paint the wall at the highest point, precariously holding on to the ladder and the wall, feeling faint.
But I did it.
After that it was a piece of cake.
So now the wall is painted and the paintings and prints all put back and I am having a glass of wine to celebrate the task done.
I "done" it.