A few years ago, we did an addition on the house. It was really nice. It was shiney and new. It made the old part of the house kind of look like crap...so we painted. It helped a little. It looked nicer, and the added layer of paint probably helped hold some of the old windows in place while we got around to replacing them.
We just replaced all the old windows. They are the originals from when the house was built back in 1978. There was much rotten wood that needed to be cut out and replaced. We knew it would be an ugly job, so we hired our neighbor, who is a carpenter and who did our addition and is a construction patron deity of some kind, I think.
To save money, I painted the new wood and siding required on the outside of the house, and stained the new trim, stops, and extension jams on the inside.
The project has been kind of intense, and has taken up a lot of time over the last couple of weeks.
Today, I promised myself that I would finish the staining before I slept.
Mission accomplished. And I mean it, not in a landing-on-an-aircraft-carrier-with-a-mango-in-the-cod-peice-of-my-flight-suit kind of way. I mean I'm done with the staining. Done.
Tomorrow the carpenter will come and put the stops in and the nail-hole-filling-and-sanding-and-three-coats-of-varnish stage can start. But hey, that's just going to be a comma in the history of our home improvements.
Once the cosmetic touches have been put on was was becoming an enegry efficiency issue, I'm looking at weather to tackle the broken-slab-in-the-garage-floor-and-lumpy-disintigrating-driveway-problem, or the disintegrating shower-black-mold-in-the-walls-holy-crap-that's-a butt-ugly-bathroom problem next.
Probably the bathroom. It has biological weapons.
Oh, I'm sorry, did I take that a bridge too far? Please forgive me. It's well after midnight, and I need a drink.