The first thing I did upon coming downstairs this morning was hang out the flag. It’s just the right thing to do considering what this holiday weekend is all about.
The second thing I did was prepare for the big, stupid chore I’d given myself.
I’ve owned The House on the Hill for 11 years, and to this point, I had managed to avoid doing painting of any kind. Like most DIY homeowner tasks, painting just isn’t my thing. That was the kind of chore that J would organize when we were married, and then she would just tell me what to do.
The garage doors have needed to be painted for some time now, and I have put it off as long as I could. I finally ran out of excuses for not doing it, and last weekend, I went out to buy the painting supplies.
Of course, I needed help even with what supplies were required. I assumed I needed a scraper to remove the bad paint from the doors, but I had no clue that I needed primer to help the new paint stick.
The above items were not cheap, Modern Philosophers, but it ended up not being so bad when I divided the cost over the 11 years I’ve put off doing the job.
This is that same door after I’d scraped the peeling paint off of it. Of course, I chose the windiest afternoon of the Spring for this project, so I was chasing paint chips up and down the driveway for several hours.
There was a weird paper-like material under the paint, and it made me nervous that I had not gotten the proper paint for the job. I guess we’ll find out…
Please note the work gloves, which I chose to wear because King Klutz almost immediately managed to get paint all over his giant monkey boy hands. That left glove also got covered in paint. At least we know I’m left handed…
Yes, that is an old shower curtain that I used as a drop cloth.
The left door didn’t need to be primed because there was no chipped paint to scrape away. Really confused as to why the right door has taken such a beating. It was only a couple of year ago that I started parking on the right side of the garage rather than the left.
I painted the left door while the primer dried on the right one. Not bad, right? Sure, I got some paint on the garage itself, but who cares?
Quick trivia item: I bought that sweatshirt while on my honeymoon. Obviously, the sentimental value is no longer there since I chose to wear it for painting.
Janine came out to compliment me on it while I was still hard at work. She must’ve been impressed because she said she had left guests out on her deck while she popped out to tell me that it was looking good.
I was just outside admiring my handiwork with Mark. He gave the job his official seal of approval. Brenda came over to approve as well.
So glad this job is done, Modern Philosophers. Now I can get back to enjoying a lazy Memorial Day Weekend!
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