My Husband Spoiled Me

Call me a Cow of Bashan. (see Amos 4:1)

Yes, my husband has spoiled me with his high standards of doing things right.

I could not figure out what was wrong with the paint job out front, and then it hit me: Bob would have sanded it smooth, then prepped the spot with primer, and caulk, and then painted. Instead, these painters just slap paint onto rough wood. Yikes.

And I thought that anything they did to the little house at back would be an improvement. Nope. It looks worse. The new siding does not match the old stuff. The new siding is thinner, and surely, they won't leave that corner exposed. Oh, dear.

Dear husband says to just make sure they leave plenty of paint for patching.

The irony---it looked splotchy to begin with. Now we just have different splotchy spots. Oh, well. Bob can fix it. But, that is sad. Why pay workers to do what you are going to have to do over? We might recommend this guy as a roofer, but as a painter? Nah.

Maybe if we had let him paint with a darker paint, the mistakes would not be so obvious. It should be a clue when you do not see your painters using any sandpaper. And I watched their job across the street, and saw them replace a rotten piece of wood, and paint it all in a day. Without priming, and without sanding.

And my other red flag that I ignored? This guy said, "we are good people". Sure, he is a hard worker. But, when someone volunteers that they are "good", well, it made me pause. And then there is that cultural thing. They promise the moon because they think that is what you want to hear. I'd rather they be honest.

Fish Bowl

Today I live in a fish bowl.

The painters are here.

They showed me the paint color from the inside of the lid. Looks super white with maybe a touch of gray. It will look nice and clean on the outside walls of our house, and go good with the gray brick.

Dear husband wants to inspect before we pay, so when it look like they are almost done---gotta call the husband at work and ask him to scoot home--from 25 miles away.

I am putting clean sheets and pillow cases on the bed. And a sign to myself to be sure and take a shower right before bed. The pollen count is high, and makes me sneeze.

New Roof Finished

I wonder how long it will be until we can see our new pink roof from google earth? (instead of the white one with the black garbage bag on the hole in the roof from spring until yesterday)

The roofers finished the roof. Dear husband has been picking up nails with his high powered magnet. The roofers also paint, so painting prep commenced today, also. And we pointed to a light gray shade to go with the gray brick.

The pollen count is so high that we are all sneezing.

Bob was not convinced that the roofer-painters would do the best prep work before painting, so he rented a pressure sprayer, and will do it himself. Bob says that if the proper prep work is not done, then the paint will peel within a few years.