Tuesday, July 25, 2017

"How I Spent My Summer [Vacation]"

A more appropriate title would be "How I Spent My Summer" as vacations are few and far between.


I've been working on painting one side of my house all summer. Every couple of years I paint only one side to keep it maintained and to avoid total exhaustion. This is the west side and although not the southern exposure side, it gets afternoon sun and wind from the ocean. It's the weather side, the bad side. It takes a beating in the winter. You can see from the photo above how the heat of the afternoon sun hits my house as all that white primer is where I scraped loose paint right down to the wood.

Besides scrapping loose paint, this project has also involved washing it with soap and a brush, bleaching it (twice) with my new garden sprayer and rinsing, repairing loose shingles, caulking and then going over sections I didn't think were clean enough with a rag only because I'm paranoid of peeling. It's exhausting, but I'm doing it slowly. I can justify all this extra exertion in my life by saying it's saving me a lot of money by doing it myself. This also affords me the luxury of not having to hire a sleazy construction worker who will charge me max and do a lousy, half-ass job. So many of them know less than I do about proper painting procedures I don't see the point in wasting money. And that means I get to do the work. Blah. But I know it'll get done to the best of my ability. Home ownership is not as fun as it sounds.

Of course, all this work is toxic. Primer is incredibly stinky and bleach just nasty. Exterior paint is deadly with all the chemicals that make it weather resistant and strong. There is no way to get around that unless one uses bare wood shingles but even those need to be treated with chemicals far more toxic than paint. I wear goggles, a mask, gloves, and a jumpsuit for protection. It seems to work to stay safe, but uncomfortable in the heat. I only work in the mornings before the sun is shining on this side of the house.



A problem I'm having is the ladder. I bought this ladder a couple years ago at a garage sale with the sole purpose of getting this painting project done. It scares me to death and I don't have a problem with heights. It just feels dangerous. Extended out too much and it is very bouncy and feels unstable especially when trying to balance myself along with a paint can and paint brush (or sprayer or cleaning brush).

Tomorrow I paint. I have considered hiring a teenager to paint the apex at the top just because it's too high, but then what happens if his balance isn't any better than mine and he falls and dies!? I'll decide tomorrow if it's worth it. I may have to leave the top unpainted!

I canceled the teenager. He falls and dies his parents would sue me to satisfy their grief. I decided I can do this. Don't be scared. Then I tried extending my ladder to the top and it just doesn't reach! Oh well. So I extended it to the max and tied bungie cords around the parts to make me feel more secure while it bounced. One of those bungie cords escaped my grip and smacked me in the mouth giving me a big, fat lip...the only injury.

The finished product:



So lovely. It makes all that toxic work worthwhile. Notice how dull and greenish the old color was in the first photos? So bright and cheerful now. This house has always been two-toned but I think the paint dulls greenish OR maybe the former owners ran out of paint and bought more that didn't match? It's a mystery. The old color is more green-blue located in high spots and on the back side and the rest is a blue-green which is what I've been matching. Did you notice where the very top apex is not painted? Yeah, me neither. I don't care. HA!



See the drips on the lower photo? Yeah, me neither. I picked a section that had few drips. Damn drips were out of control!

Hooray for self-reliance!

Hmmm...summer is only half over. Maybe I'll paint another side?

Ah ha! So I'm feeling energetic and decide to do another section. I had to remove the mailbox and a downspout and it's clear there was a green-blue paint on top of a beige paint with the blue-green on top of it all. The mystery is solved!

Under the downspout and mailbox.

Back of the house...very greenish.
Backside 

This blue finally matches the blue in my crazy porch.

I do kind of like the greenish-blue, but the bluish-green is really pretty. The color of my van is in between the two -  maybe more blue than green also. Doesn't matter. I love the blue!

I'm definitely getting a good painting fix.

The things I do for fun....

By the time I finished the front (third side), my fingers, wrists, hands, and arms were in so much pain I couldn't go on any longer. The last side will have to wait until next summer.


LOVE IT! SO PROUD!

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Santy Claws, Jr.

I sleep with windows wide open at night. Love the fresh air.

Last night I awoke at 2am listening to strange distant sounds, metallic sounds. Was something walking on my roof? In my gutters? I listened. No, too far away. In my neighbor's gutters? Too curious to stay asleep I got out of bed and using my superhero hearing sensitivity zeroed in on the location of the noise. It took me to the hall landing and I peered outside the open window into the night. The noise was coming from my shed. I ran downstairs for the flashlight and peered through the window. I couldn't see movement and the noise stopped. I went back to bed and the gnawing continued. Rats? Only rats are that relentless in their gnawing. During the bewitching hours my yard becomes a very popular haven for hungry animals with fangs so I never go outside in the middle of the night. I decided to wait until morning. I closed the windows and fell asleep to the faint sound of gnawing in the background. I resolved to scatter cayenne pepper all over everything tomorrow...maybe buy some rat poison. I hate rats.

But I love opossums! And I know I have a opossum friend who visits my yard every night as every morning if I didn't fill my water bucket so it's heavy, it's laying on its side.


And she steals my strawberries, but spits them out. (Not anymore with all the chicken wire!)


And there is a thoroughfare under my fence.


I don't want to use rat poison as the opossum would eat it too.


So this morning I went out to the shed armed with my flashlight to see what was going on, checked for holes (although the shed is metal the floor is plywood), and made a plan. I look in the corners. My eyes scanned under the wheelbarrow, garden hose, and large plastic pot. Wait! Inside the pot was a pair of tiny little eyes staring up at me. The little baby opossum wasn't sure what to do.




Momma must have dropped him and couldn't get him out which is why she was frantically trying to tear down the shed last night.

I can hear my neighbors next door and one yells good morning not ten feet away. If I tip the pot over and let him out and he runs to her house, she'd kill him. So I gave him a container of water, a couple apple cores, and closed the shed door a little so cats couldn't get to him. I'll wait until dusk and let him out hoping momma is nearby ready to rescue him.

I love opossums! I guess the babies sneeze to call their mommas. Ah, so cute.

For such a little guy, he sure does stink...

Later...at dusk I tipped over the pot. Sneezer sat in there for a while not knowing what to do then carefully crept to the back of the shed. When it got dark I went up to my bedroom and scanned the front yard. Sure enough I saw glisten of white and movement of something creeping through the garden so I ran to the side window to watch the shed. I just wanted some closure, to know he is safe and back with his momma. Nothing. Now while I changed windows for a better view he could have ran to her sneezing "MOMMA YOU ARE BACK! THANKS A LOT FOR DESERTING ME!", but I saw nothing. No happy ending. All night I was worried I'd get up and find him still hiding in the back of the shed, but he was gone. The next night there Sneezer was again sneaking through the gardens. I shone the flashlight on him and his eyes looked electric. He's so small. As long as he doesn't move in under the house and mess everything up, I'm fine with his visits...for now.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Happy Story

Girl Alive posted this on her blog recently: 





Her happy story was, "I CAN EAT ANYTHING!"  

It made me...happy!

So I thought, hmmm...

"CHEMICALS DO NOT EXIST!"

I imagine how different my life would be if there were no chemicals. How would the absence of chemicals impact the world? Would the missing convenience of chemicals make life harder? Would the toxins along with my health issues all disappear making my life much better? Slower? Safer? Worse? No perfumes, colognes or other personal poisons, but also no cars, gasoline, computers, phones, or paint. All chemicals are toxic, but are there some more acceptable than others making the risk worth it? Ponder, ponder, ponder...I wondering how I can reword my story to be more needs specific?

What is your four-word happy story?

Tuesday, July 11, 2017