No Longer White

Despite getting the green light from Patty and Jacque, I just couldn't leave well enough alone and had to screw with the colors again today. The other Jacque was out of town, which may have been a blessing. You know, too many cooks in the kitchen.

It's late and the garage is painted, but not without a good deal of drama. I had to get rough with a certain deity. By "getting rough" I mean drinking beer and acting nonchalant while I waited out his antics.

See, I'm pretty sure I ticked off Shadeus, the god of color common sense. I had painted three sides, when a thundercloud parked itself over me for about an hour. I guess it wasn't a capital offense - it eventually moved on. But in the meantime he screwed with me and made me do a lot of re-work and work a lot later than I wanted to. Hey, it's not like I didn't try. I made a wholelotta trips to the paint store today to pick up "samplers". These are little jugs of paint mixed to the color your just *know* will be the exact right shade, even though you've screwed it up every other time you've tried.

The original "approved" color:



My Sunday morning brainchild. Totally gross:



My next great idea. Not perfect, but it's the one that stuck. Life goes by fast. Sometimes you just have to do the best you can, make a decision, and move on.



I still have to trim it out, but it's all downhill from here. I think.

Color Test

Speak now or forever hold your peace. I'm not trying to pressure you, but you don't have much time.

Quite White

Moving Day

Deciding On Man's Best Friend

It's a close call between your dog and your workbench.

I Am My Own Slave

My dream was to have a couple of sons. By this time they would have been just the right age to drive into slave labor. That didn't work out, so I'm doing all my own damn work. Sonofabitch.

I thought for a time that I could find temp help and by paying them well, they'd be available when I needed them, but that didn't work out. So for the time-being, I'm cracking the whip on my own ass. Actually, it's pretty satisying figuring out how to do things by yourself. 10 bucks worth of plastic pipe made it possible for me to move this workbench into the garage tonight. I think the cheapskate in me gave me extra strength - I'm paying $75 a month for the Conex and I need to shed that useless bill!





I'm burning the candle at both ends and can't begin to find the time to blog about it all, but shit is happening. Because of all that's going on around me with my family I'm extra aware of our human frailty and so grateful that I can still do this stuff. I'm out of gas so I guess these pics will have to speak for themselves. Yup, that's a white trash extension cord feeding power out to the garage!






The first light is up. Yay!

More Of The Same

Pressure-washing concrete by the light of the moon:



Sealing concrete by the light of a different moon:



Fighting off black widows in 85-degree weather with my home-brew super-hero-spider-fighting suit. (The duct tape keeps them from crawling up my arms and legs. Yes, my paranoia is irrational and uncomfortable.)







This is where I live:



I wonder if we qualify as a Superfund site. Or maybe we're eligible for some stimulus funds. We're definitely shovel-ready.