In the name of progress I made quite a mess of continuing to paint our house. If I were my neighbors, I would write me a note that says:
I started at the back of the house painting the shingles.
In my defense our 24-foot ladder has been broken down into 2 twelve-foot sections so my maximum reach was approximately 15 feet.
Charlie, whose right hand is bandaged due to recent surgery, was a harsh and relentless supervisor.
Before finishing the back I moved around to the west side. This time I used the 6-foot ladder so I could reach only to about a 9-foot height.
This is how it stands, a mishmash hodgepodge of painted vs. unpainted areas. Hmm.
We laid down some cardboard and plastic in an effort to keep the red clay from splashing up onto the newly painted surface during a rain storm. We do have plans to ultimately alleviate the problem.
Do you have fall color yet? (Looks like we’re about a week away from full color.)