To quote my ol’ buddy Pooh: “Tut tut, looks like rain!”
I hope everyone in the Big Easy and, hell, that entire area is safely out of harm’s way, or at least in a strong building with a good supply of drinks. (Hey, we all have to die sometime, but if it’s gonna be this week, there’s no sense going soberly)
And I’m not supposed to be blogging, we’ve been painting all. day. long. and now, we have the ceiling and the closet done. Yes. The ceiling and the closet. Why? Um, well, the prep is the hard part. We’ll fly through the rest in no time.
Here’s the prep: What took time was removing the “stuff”, taking apart the beds (they are in pieces out in front of the house, I think), pulling shelves out of the closet, going to the hardware store three times (since I’m a nimrod and bought the wrong joint compound the first time, and then after we started priming we realized we didn’t have enough and the spare primer in the garage was oil based and we need latex, etc.), getting Route 44 Cherry Limeades while I was at one of the hardware store trips, having chinese delivered for lunch, discussing the finer elements of Jackie Chan and Clint Eastwood movies with my seven year old, chasing the dog, and every now and then turning on a TV to see where the hurricane is headed)
So now all we have to do is paint, and put all the shit back in the room. And yet I blog…
Seriously, y’all near the hurricane — keep your head down. We don’t wanna here anything bad.