Monday, March 27, 2006
New TownHouse Renovation - Day 26 (3.22.06)
Wednesday:
Goals: touch up the edges of the upstairs painting, touch up the downstairs painting. Finally put a second coat on that one damn wall in the dining room. Remove the rest of the popcorn from the garage.
pics
The carpet cleaning guys call me at 11 and say that they are almost there. I meet them at 11:15 and they get to work on cleaning up our popcorn covered carpet mess. Rena shows up at 12 with some tasty lunch. We enjoy a quiet lunch together on the curb of Washington Blvd, and wait for the Chem Dry carpet cleaning guys to be done. It only takes them a little over an hour, and we are both out of there and back to work.
After work, I get to the place and start to paint the white trim in the office/bedroom. Rena arrives and starts to paint the dining room wall. I finish up upstairs and head down to touch up the parts of the ceiling that we got green pain on. As I am touching up the last section, I attempt to step back down off of the chair and step on the edge of a paint can that has been hidden by the giant mass of used plastic wrap on the floor. Next thing I know, Rena is hovering over me asking me if I am ok. Apparently I hit my head on the red folding table (with all the tools on it), on the way down.
I managed to totally demolish the can of paint and also to dump the cup of paint I was using into the box with the sink that we wanted to return to Lowe's (since we found out our countertop came with a better free sink). After Rena determined I was ok, we went to work cleaning the paint out of the sink box, and I went to work trying to remember who I was and what the hell happened. The surprising thing is not that I almost killed myself painting the ceiling, but rather that it took me nearly 26 days to do it.
We finish the night up by unpopcorning the rest of the garage ceiling. This took about an hour since we are such friggin pros now.
Tomorrow.....we pack.
Goals: touch up the edges of the upstairs painting, touch up the downstairs painting. Finally put a second coat on that one damn wall in the dining room. Remove the rest of the popcorn from the garage.
pics
The carpet cleaning guys call me at 11 and say that they are almost there. I meet them at 11:15 and they get to work on cleaning up our popcorn covered carpet mess. Rena shows up at 12 with some tasty lunch. We enjoy a quiet lunch together on the curb of Washington Blvd, and wait for the Chem Dry carpet cleaning guys to be done. It only takes them a little over an hour, and we are both out of there and back to work.
After work, I get to the place and start to paint the white trim in the office/bedroom. Rena arrives and starts to paint the dining room wall. I finish up upstairs and head down to touch up the parts of the ceiling that we got green pain on. As I am touching up the last section, I attempt to step back down off of the chair and step on the edge of a paint can that has been hidden by the giant mass of used plastic wrap on the floor. Next thing I know, Rena is hovering over me asking me if I am ok. Apparently I hit my head on the red folding table (with all the tools on it), on the way down.
I managed to totally demolish the can of paint and also to dump the cup of paint I was using into the box with the sink that we wanted to return to Lowe's (since we found out our countertop came with a better free sink). After Rena determined I was ok, we went to work cleaning the paint out of the sink box, and I went to work trying to remember who I was and what the hell happened. The surprising thing is not that I almost killed myself painting the ceiling, but rather that it took me nearly 26 days to do it.
We finish the night up by unpopcorning the rest of the garage ceiling. This took about an hour since we are such friggin pros now.
Tomorrow.....we pack.
# posted by Tony Starr @ 2:53 PM 
