Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Bad, Bad Idea

More than a year ago, the fence repainting project began.  Now I know why the previous administration painted them once 20 years ago and hid the paint gun in the furthest recesses of the shop.

There are miles of fencing.  I mean, I knew that, but I didn't KNOW.

The paint gun is temperamental and vengeful.  

First degree burns from cleaning up with mineral spirits are a small price to pay for the ability to apply 40 gallons per day versus 8 by hand rolling.  

Dad helped out last year and this year I keep thinking I'm closer to seeing the light at the end of the tunnel-- or is that just the paint fumes talking?

I finally counted how many more fence sections to go after another day bonding with the paint gun.

350 sections remaining, or 175 rods, or 0.5 miles?!! It all sounds too far.  But, what else can you do when you've bitten off more than you can chew, but keep chewing. 


  1. With all you do I don't see how you have any teeth left! :-D Ms. P is sending you one of her "toothy" smiles!

  2. Well I hope that while you're chewing there's a cookie once in awhile. 1/2 a mile isn't that far...is it? How many miles have you already done?