So maybe the freak-out wasn't so warranted...
After our discovery of possibly faulty primer, things looked pretty grim. But it seems to be just another case of me overreacting. We talked to the original paint store, a different paint store and a trusted interior designer friend who all said latex paint can peel like this for at least a month until it is fully cured. My designer friend said in high humidity it can take longer to fully dry and bond. She indicated we should really wait until the dry weather of July before we make any expensive decisions. Whew.
The sanding began in earnest today. I stopped by the house on the way home from work to check on the progress. There are now no signs of any tack strips or any of the millions of staples left in the floorboards from several different rounds of carpeting. They've also got most of the living room and half the dining room sanded completely. I'm amazed at how new the old wood looks. You can't tell the difference between the 60-year old stuff and what they put down last week! (see the pictures of the repairs above.)
It's really nice to not have to be over there night and day working. Granted, we're now busy packing, but at least we can take a break to sit on the couch and watch TV for a while.
Packing, while it can be overwhelming at times, can also be one of the most cathartic exercises. It's relatively easy to encounter clothes, perfumes, junk as it makes its way to a box and throw it away instead. Most of this stuff I haven't seen since I unpacked it over a year ago. Why am I keeping it? Into the trash it goes. But then I feel guilty for sending so much garbage to the dump. There's no winning this fight.
On a totally different note, here's a story about how there's a first for everything. I was on the phone at work the other day speaking to a customer about holding a book for her. She was obviously on her cell phone, but that's unremarkable. I'd found the book, gotten her name and was getting her phone number just in case when I hear:
"Goddammit! Somebody just hit me!"
Wow. I'd never been the auditory witness to a car wreck. I figured if she was able to curse in a complete sentence she was probably ok physically. She did call back later to apologize for her language. Not that I was offended, but it was nice to know she wasn't hurt. Turns out she was at a stop and somebody drove into her. Unfortunately, I don't have any other details.
The sanding began in earnest today. I stopped by the house on the way home from work to check on the progress. There are now no signs of any tack strips or any of the millions of staples left in the floorboards from several different rounds of carpeting. They've also got most of the living room and half the dining room sanded completely. I'm amazed at how new the old wood looks. You can't tell the difference between the 60-year old stuff and what they put down last week! (see the pictures of the repairs above.)
It's really nice to not have to be over there night and day working. Granted, we're now busy packing, but at least we can take a break to sit on the couch and watch TV for a while.
Packing, while it can be overwhelming at times, can also be one of the most cathartic exercises. It's relatively easy to encounter clothes, perfumes, junk as it makes its way to a box and throw it away instead. Most of this stuff I haven't seen since I unpacked it over a year ago. Why am I keeping it? Into the trash it goes. But then I feel guilty for sending so much garbage to the dump. There's no winning this fight.
On a totally different note, here's a story about how there's a first for everything. I was on the phone at work the other day speaking to a customer about holding a book for her. She was obviously on her cell phone, but that's unremarkable. I'd found the book, gotten her name and was getting her phone number just in case when I hear:
"Goddammit! Somebody just hit me!"
Wow. I'd never been the auditory witness to a car wreck. I figured if she was able to curse in a complete sentence she was probably ok physically. She did call back later to apologize for her language. Not that I was offended, but it was nice to know she wasn't hurt. Turns out she was at a stop and somebody drove into her. Unfortunately, I don't have any other details.
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