One with a backhoe, and one with a scaffold. 😉
Trim painting this morning, before it gets too sun-beaty-downy. That’s a technical term exclusive to desert dwellers.
The new trim color is a bit redder than the old, which is pretty faded after three years anyway. I think I’m going to like it better.
One thing I totally spaced on is that when Big Brother’s visit happened I had only trimmed two of the three windows intended to get trim. I still have to cut and install the front bedroom window trim. Since I was already in painting mode when that light dawned I decided I’ll put that off till tomorrow when the power tools need to come out anyway. Won’t take but a few minutes.
Speaking of BB, he came up with the idea of spray-painting the new caulk with some of the flat green I keep around for painting weapons and tools. Not instead of a coat of housepaint, gods know – that wall needs a coat of new paint in the worst way – but just because green spraypaint will be easier to cover than gray caulk. Good idea, really, which I’m continuing to use.
For the record that east wall has been my biggest disappointment of the Great Siding Project of 2015. I used Hardie Board on the south side because that wall gets the hardest use from sun and water, and also there’s only the one story to cover. That turned out to be a very good choice, and I have no trouble with it. But the east wall gets a lot more sun punishment than I’d anticipated, and shrinkage and cracking means that wall needs more regular maintenance than I’d anticipated. That thin, cheap T1-11 is not holding up as well as hoped.
The problem has been fixed on the west wall, which has much thicker siding now. That plywood is so far showing no signs of stress at all.
There’s nothing to listen to on the Jeep radio on the weekend but baseball, talk about baseball, dreadful contemporary country music and NPR. Once again I implore the Weekend Edition newsreaders to please, for their own sake, renew and faithfully take their Trump Derangement Syndrome meds.
Y’all have fun painting; I’d rather have a colonoscopy.
TDS meds…ha!
Re NPR: I was rather surprised to hear, on my morning six-day-per-week work commute, an almost-not-anti-gun piece on the NRAAM. The reporter, who I expect to be chastised/fired/crucified/whatever actually played audio of an NRA member who sounded sane as the interviewee said “Guns aren’t the problem. People are the problem.” Wow!