I realized yesterday after I saw Tactical Funs post in the Check in Friends thread started by skfarmer
http://garagegazette.com/index.php?topic=2533.0 I have sort of been out of touch. So here is the saga. Might be a while so maybe grab a cup of coffee. I will break this into two parts because as I proof it I see it's pretty long.
Late last year my wife and I sold our house in anticipation of moving and once escrow closed we were homeless. I had three storage lockers full of UFO parts and no where to put them plus a fourth one with the Spitfire and a non running TR6 in yet another place. Fast forward and finally we got a new place and moving started. But we didn't have time to paint and prep the new place so once we were in I was juggling setting up and prepping the place and moving everything to paint.
In the meantime my friend I have known since high school (we went to the same school at the same time but never had a class together - the school was that big, he was best man at my wedding and I was best man at two or three of his) had major back surgery with some serious complications. We live about 250 miles apart so I went to stay with him. I'm not a very good nurse, not a very good housekeeper, can't cook and he has a full time nurses aid for getting dressed and stuff so all I can do is crack stupid jokes, sling insults only a long term friend can get away with, check on him during the night and watch him fall when he tries to walk with his walker. But I guess that was enough and he asked me to stay longer than I had planned and no way would I deny a friend. So my wife was understanding for the first few weeks (she even spent a week there with me) but her patience wore thin. We don't know anyone in the neighborhood yet and I was feeling bad (and more than a little worried) about her being alone in a new house in a place she didn't have anyone to call or could rely on and living in a house not even half done. My empathy wore a little thin as she nagged me about coming home but in truth I don't blame her and she was isolated because of the virus restrictions.
Going home involved crossing a state line and honestly I was afraid travel might be restricted across state lines so I finally went home but in the meantime my whole life had been on hold. Pretty much everything was on a back burner while I was there.
Now I have been trying to catch up on painting and all the rooms left have a vaulted ceiling - 13' at the peak. I got a 10' step ladder and that is about as high as I'm willing to climb a ladder. Any higher and I would have had to use scaffolding. The good news is I discovered the joy of using an airless sprayer. The bad news is everything has to be masked and covered and if you count the time between masking and cleanup I'm not sure it's any faster than a roller. But it is easier although redefines messy. The unit I have has a paint cup as opposed to better models with a feed hose so doing the ceiling is limited as the cup has to be almost full to spray up so I'll still be rolling the ceilings (fortunately they are texture coat to match the walls and not popcorn ceilings). Then there's the garage...
The walls were all painted either various blues/blue greens or browns. Dark dark brown. So everything has to be primed and then painted. One room had to be primed twice with two coats of paint before the brown didn't bleed through and this is good quality Dunn Edwards paint. Doing the walls first and I'll do the baseboards, trim and doors separately. At least I can take the doors off and spray them and doors are something I hate painting even more than I hate painting walls.
Three car garage (yay!) but PO left old kitchen cabinets he had been using as benches and I was hoping to keep them. But turns out one set was all broken up crap and so disgusting the words unspeakably filthy don't even begin to describe the mess - I need to invent a new word for how dirty and disgusting that was. So when I'm not painting I'm trying to clean and organize the garage which did I mention had become the parking area for everything that was waiting to be put away or find a home for. For weeks there was a path from the overhead door to the interior door opening to the laundry room to get into the house and that was it. Fortunately there is also a storage shed so I got some shelves and have been organizing that in anticipation of a garage cleaning.
Continued in part 2.