So I've been painting a neighbor's house for the last two months as a small side job (to help cover some dental work I *get* to have done). It's been an...
interesting experience. Some days it was so rewarding and enjoyable, and other days, I didn't know if there was anything I could hate more. Those days seemed to happen more as I started taking over seminary, mostly because I was getting up at like 4:30am, and going to paint around 9:30 after the kids were asleep. It got to a point where it seemed like it would
never end... (do I hear violins playing for me?)
Well, then one day I turned off the paint sprayer and realized that every surface of that house had at least one coat of paint, and all of sudden it was fun again. Over 10,000 square feet of home had been painted with one or more of the 6 different paint colors or sheens, been taped with one or more of the 20 or so rolls of tape, or been sanded and repainted. So that's that. I'm out of there.
So now that all my tools are back home, and that major task is behind me? What do we do? Take a break? No way. It's time to start laying tile in our bathroom. We ripped up the lenolium this morning, so we're committed to this task, whether we're ready for it or not. We've been looking into it for a while, and unless we've dramatically underestimated the work required to knock this out, I think we're going to be able to complete this over the next week before heading to Kansas. I guess we'll know soon if this turns out to be another "house to paint." Anyhow, here's a few picture to enjoy.
Collin taking care of the concrete under the lenolium:
Abby and Collin on the tiles in our chosen pattern:
Oh, and after naps today, Abby and Amy made an apple pie. It was awesome.
