I think the heat of the Florida Summer is knocking out my creative juice factory. It is down from a three shift 24/7 operation to a part-time, mail it in kind of production. Without knowing for sure, I am now thinking (or not thinking) of it as a seasonal enterprise.
I was a teacher in a past life so having summers off is not that foreign to by biological calendar. Yes, it was over 30 years ago that I tromped through the halls and classrooms of an elementary school on a daily basis, but there has to be some residual "feel good" about summer time and the "cogito ergo sum" work we did painting houses. (Like being a shepherd, you know lots of time to think and all.)
Yes, I worked in the summer because for some reason the bills did not understand that teachers had a break in pay cycles and I wasn't smart or frugal enough to not spend it when I had it. It was fun anyway, getting all physical with ladders, belt-sanders, brushes and cans of paint.
Desmond and I were fussy and good at it if I do say so myself. We still had plenty of time to play tennis, throw a football around or throw pebbles from the customer's driveway into empty paint cans from 20 feet away while we had lunch. I wish I had some pictures to share but we were too busy living in that moment to think about creating memories.
Houses in Rochester, New York do take a beating from the seasons but if you do the right kind of preparation with sanding in blistered paint and washing off dirt and grime before laying a coat of primer and then one or two coats of finish paint over that, they can clean up quite nicely.
We only used a paint sprayer on one or maybe two jobs. As I recall that was quick work on a large multi-family apartment building (dark brown with tan trim). I believe it was in the neighborhood by the Mapledale Party House.
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