Skipping Ahead

Ever read a story, article, or book where you just wanted the writer to get on with it. I′ve read a few in recent months. It was a bit like fingernails scraping across the chalkboard. Peddling through the drivel to get to the treasure. One novel I couldn′t even finish.

That′s sort of how I feel about this blog. Like I′m plodding along. Trying to wade through the bog of events to get to the important stuff. So I′ve decided to take a different approach.

Yes there were some interesting moments during the rehabbing process. We had trouble with the crew. Tempers flared. Tools broke. Supplies ran low. I had a meltdown … or two. But I realize now, my heart isn′t in the retelling of these incidents. So detailing them would be boring for both you and me.

That′s not to say they won’t come up. And when and if they do, I hope to expound on them appropriately.

For now, I′d like to concentrate on what happened in April of 2010.

Back to the beginning….

The Wall of Shame

I figured painting would be a piece of cake.

First, I like to paint. I pretty much enjoy the whole process, even the dreaded taping, patching, and sanding. Sure it’s work, but doing it right will produce the desired results. That’s my motto.

Secondly, I’ve done a lot of painting. Even painted professionally, if you consider getting paid for providing a service professional.

And thirdly, I had tips and tricks from a pro. Yeah I paid a high price for the information, but I learned a few things from the Painter and I believe in giving credit where credit is due.

I was prepared.