Saturday, July 27, 2013

Miss Daisy

The last time I put any paint on the house was--ahem--a month ago.  June 24th, I think.  Since then there's been some some overtime, some bad weather (heat advisories) and a serious lack of motivation around here.  I can't explain it--usually in the summer I go 90 miles an hour with my hair on fire, but this summer it's been more like drivin' Miss Daisy.

Friday I decided I'd better get my hiney in gear, so I went outside and took a "before" photo of the house.

Then it started raining.  After that, the humidity was 87 percent.  (Not an exaggeration.)  When the humidity and the temperature are the same, I go indoors.

Saturday was unseasonably cool and the humidity was low.  (At least for Missouri in July.)  So, I really did get my hiney in gear.
I scraped a lot of paint off the house, caulked all the nailholes, staple holes, and cracks, glued together a broken clapboard, and primed everything.  I also painted the corner trim there by the porch, painted the downspout, and put it back up.  Because when you're in the middle of a drought, it's really important to have a downspout.

Mid-afternoon, my cousin David came by.  We agreed that the house looks pretty bad right now with the peeling paint, the haphazard primer, yellow paint here, gray paint there, but as David pointed out, "This ain't the worst it's ever looked."  He's one of my favorite people because he's always supportive and encouraging. We walked around the house together.

David:  You're just about to get 'er done, honey!
Me:  Really?!  You think so?!
David:  No, not really.

Well, at least he always makes me laugh.

14 comments:

  1. you could always hand him a paint brush!

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    1. He would help if I asked him! I don't ask because he works full time, takes care of his mom, and is the Mr Fix-It for half of our family. :)

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    2. nice guy, single, works, helps others? he probably likes kids and kittens too... is he up for marriage someday. by daughter is looking!

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    3. He is single! How old is your daughter? Dave's almost 60. I have another friend who's really sweet, great guy, single, has terrible luck with women and he's 35. Matchmaking!! :)

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    4. she's early thirties... have to think on this :)!!!

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  2. I think your house looks wonderful. Here's why, there are 2 Victorian era houses in my neighborhood that are having vinyl siding put on...but first they are tearing off all the original wood clapboards and throwing them away. Even though it sometimes seems like you are taking teeny tiny baby steps, you are accomplishing something wonderful, you're returning your house to it's original state and to me that is a wonderful and eventually will be a beautiful thing. Keep up the GREAT work!

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  3. Yay you! At least you're at the point of putting something ON the siding. I'm still at the point of taking stuff OFF. Which from where I stand seems like it will never end. Anyway, I'm offering you encouragement and pity in whatever proportion you need. I truly understand.

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    1. I saw pics of your siding on your blog--yes, it sometimes does seem like it will never end! Take it in sections and try not to think about how much you have left to do. That's what helps me. You have my encouragement and pity too!

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    2. I think today I'll take pity. I have a splinter in my pinky. And PMS. And it's raining.

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    3. Splinters, PMS, and rainy weather are essential ingredients for a Pity Party. I'm in. I'll bring pretzels and chocolate. :)

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  4. You have my sympathy. I admit we copped out and hired someone to replace our siding; the repairs were just too expensive.

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    1. I'm wishing I hired someone to paint the house...sigh...It's not copping out, it's necessary sometimes!

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  5. slowly but surly!!! I can't wait to see the outcome.

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    1. I'm definitely the turtle in the race of the tortoise and the hare. lol

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