OK, so he’s not painting the Sistine Chapel on the ceiling.\u00a0 But after a week’s worth of painting, we almost have one room done.\u00a0 Closets, bits of ceiling, and one room, except for the baseboard, which naturally continues to render the room unusable.\u00a0 All of this means that we’re still<\/em> living out of boxes.\u00a0 The most commonly-heard reply to the oft-asked question,” do we have…?” is, “yes, it’s in a box somewhere.”\u00a0 Less would be in boxes somewhere if we could actually get a room – any room – where we could move the furniture up against the walls, take off the tarps, and start actually using the room.<\/p>\n

This isn’t the first painter we’ve retained.\u00a0 The first<\/em> painter we retained walked off with over $700 in money that was intended for paint, and pre-payments of various yard chores.\u00a0 This painter isn’t dishonest at all, just painfully slow.<\/p>\n

That’s also the reason why we’re painting after having redone the long-suffering floors, a high-risk operation if every there was one.\u00a0 Initially, we had everything timed so that the painting would be done just before I left to go drive truck 1800 miles from NY, the floors would be done during the drive, and we would arrive home to a new house.<\/p>\n

Instead, it’s camping out indoors with\u00a0the Sharfs.\u00a0 But the dogs find the various floor-level permutations endlessly fascinating.
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