Scraped?
My home was built in 1916. It was a five room farm home, quickly evolved into a trolley suburb home, and then was overrun by the city in the 1940s. We moved in 32 years ago and started renovations. Then we had children. Then we had dogs. Them the mama quit work and raise all of those. Then came college, and boomeranging children, and then retirement and finally after 25 years of deferred maintenance we are trying to resurrect it one more time.
Primed?
So in early March will some prodding from the OKC Community Code Enforcement Agency (a.k.a. Paint Police, Grass Marshals, and Dry Rot Inspectors) we began the long delayed work on our
home. So we got our bids and selected a contractor with a track record and made the start.
Painted?
Seven week, rain, wind, labor shortage (our Mexican Nationals have all returned to home), and we are half done. Looks good, from the street anyway. After I totally blew a gasket the carpenter shifted from let's get this over with to let's do this right. Now the painter's did not get the word. But, my wife says one insane episode is enough so I can't "Explain" to them what "scraping paint actually means" and that diluting the most expensive of paints so you can spray it is actually is not a good idea. Indeed the Woman has required that I leave the premises when when any of the "craftsmen" are working here (plus she made me up my meds). I thought that would be an inconvenience, but so far the speed of the effort is slow enough that I haven't had to leave so much yet.
So here I am. Waiting for the rain to abate and the guys to come back. More to come when it is done and I recover.
