Monday, September 26, 2016

Painting the Condo, or The Odessy, Part 2

As promised, Frank and John returned on Saturday, September 24th, to finish painting my condominium.  If you haven't read the prequel to this incredible epic, here's some click bait for you: Painting the Condo, or The Odessy, Part 1. Although I truly believe the majority of readers will have the sense to just read Part 1 anyway, not everyone does.

I went out dancing with a good friend of mine on Friday night, and drove down to Columbus on Saturday, arriving well after Frank and John, who were already hard at work.  The good news started right away.

1868 Misty Way

The first thing I encountered was a complete stranger sitting on my front porch, smoking a cigarette.  He didn't seem unfriendly, but he offered no greeting or explanation as I approached.

"Hi there," I said, by way of introduction.


"Why are you sitting on my front porch?"

"Oh, I'm Nathan.  I'm John's son."

Nathan, it turns out, is 17 years old, and is a fairly intelligent, quiet and polite young gentleman.  He isn't really working on the project, but he gave me a quick update on the progress.

"The paint isn't covering the way it should, they're behind schedule and they're out of paint."

I resisted the urge to ask if he had any really bad news he'd like to share.  His summation is accurate, as verified by Frank as soon as I get inside.  It's pretty much the same old song and dance as last time.  The ceiling paint is covering just fine, but the wall paint (Behr Marquee Lemon White (P300-1) Matte) is not covering as advertised.  It requires two coats, and it would be happier with three.

I drop off my bags and head out to Home Depot (2480 Brice Rd, Reynoldsburg, OH) and buy more paint; another 3 gallons of Lemon White and 1 gallon of Fresh Day (PPU13-17) Matte, also Marquee grade.

The best thing I can say about this is that the guys put in a ton of work, but it was worth it.  On John's advice, I bought new switch plates for the entire place, which cost me about $1.00 each, but are worth three times that when measuring the appearance.

Living Room Before

Living Room After
I also bought new blinds for the living room (seen here), and a new light fixture for the dining area.  The new paint really brightened the place up, even if it's a little smaller now, what with the multiple coats of paint on the walls.

Stairs Before
Stairs After
John Fischer and Frank Fischer
I gather that a few of my neighbors stopped by to meet me, and since I wasn't home John (big guy on the left, beard, long hair, tattoos, pistol worn on hip) answered the door.  John was kind enough to politely inform these people that he, John, was not the new owner, and that I'd be along later.  Mind you, John could have easily come up with a story about the halfway house and parole, but he didn't.

Frank is still puzzled over the Behr paint.  I'm going to write to the manufacturer and give them the story; we'll see what kind of response I get, if any.

I still can't put a name to the original color of the condo, and I'm not sure I want to.  I'm simply filing it under things I'd rather forget.  Speaking of things I'd rather forget, there was the evening emergency that I got involved in.

Somewhere around 8:30 EST I went outside to get something out of my car, and found an ambulance / EMT truck in the parking lot, with the staff inside the condo on the end.  Seeing movement on the other side of the lot, I looked (mistake! mistake!) and saw my elderly neighbor walking around outside, dressed in nothing but a very sheer pair of panties.  I thought that maybe she'd gone off her meds,  and so, trying to be a good Samaritan, went up to her and asked if she was alright.  She casually replied that she was, and that she didn't know the people in the end unit or why the EMT people were here.  Then she went back inside.

I appeal to any ladies reading this to provide a sane explanation.  Would any of you just casually walk outside in a state of undress?

Now the moving begins.  What fun.

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