The garage was always a 'catch all' for all manner of our stuff; And Lord knows we have too much 'stuff'. One of those giant plastic car top carriers, a beloved giant plastic pumpkin, table saw, compound chop saw, drill press, joiner, lawn mower, wheel barrel, back pack blower, weed whacker, hand truck, a big barrel full of lawn tools and all manner of plastic bins full of basket and soccer balls, giant squirt guns etc. then there was the sawdust and dirt from countless projects. Oh we'd reorganize and sweep but we never did a complete empty and real cleaning. I must admit, the Mrs a pack rat by nature, has made progress - gone are my nemesis the bulky Christmas polar bears. [It took years but I've convinced the Mrs that a single LED candle with a wreath in each window was sufficient. No more frozen RayinPenn taking down Christmas lights -- but that's another story].
I decided to paint the garage floor. Then we couldn't the leave all those dents, dings and screw holes in the walls. Could we? Which meant repair and paint the walls. Then there was the failing ceiling 'tape joints'. Hey I'm semi retired and only work three days a week right so I have time right? What I learned.
Pulling down the old sheet rock tape is messy.
Painting should be done from the top down
Climbing up and down the ladder retapping is tuff on metal knees
Applying joint compound is an art... use as little as possible.
Sanding the ceiling is awkward and finds little used muscles.
I have programmers muscles.
Having a wife that jumps in and helps is a godsend.
The garage had primer on it but no paint.
Putting money into the local economy and using a handyman is an act of altruism right?
I did a couple hours taping and applying joint compound this morning then had lunch then promptly napped for three hours... yep I'm still a he man... right? Right? Hey can I rent a hot tub?
I decided to paint the garage floor. Then we couldn't the leave all those dents, dings and screw holes in the walls. Could we? Which meant repair and paint the walls. Then there was the failing ceiling 'tape joints'. Hey I'm semi retired and only work three days a week right so I have time right? What I learned.
Pulling down the old sheet rock tape is messy.
Painting should be done from the top down
Climbing up and down the ladder retapping is tuff on metal knees
Applying joint compound is an art... use as little as possible.
Sanding the ceiling is awkward and finds little used muscles.
I have programmers muscles.
Having a wife that jumps in and helps is a godsend.
The garage had primer on it but no paint.
Putting money into the local economy and using a handyman is an act of altruism right?
I did a couple hours taping and applying joint compound this morning then had lunch then promptly napped for three hours... yep I'm still a he man... right? Right? Hey can I rent a hot tub?
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