In fact we kicked ass. Finished the first coat, that we didn’t finish yesterday because we ran out of stucco, then got right on the second (colored) coat. Eight or nine bags later we wrapped and started cleaning tools right around 2 PM.
As usual I spent most of my time mixing mud, because somebody’s got to do it and I really hate troweling stucco. It’s not the work, because troweling isn’t hard. It’s performance anxiety. When the mud isn’t coming out right I can just mix it some more. If my troweling doesn’t come out right I have to look at it, nearly every day, possibly for the rest of my life. I’d rather be the mud mixer.
There is an old architect’s addage – DOCTORS BURY THEIR MISTAKES, BUT ARCHITECTS PLANT IVY. :^)
Good call on ‘keeping it real’. My wife has an uncanny ability to see a job done by experts, and nearly accomplish the same on her own with no instruction. Me – well, not so much. But somebody has to carry the tools there . . .
Glad to hear the project went well.