Happy Monday readers. I have to admit, I am more than a bit sore today.
"Why?" you may ask. "Have you been working out more? Maybe riding your bike to work again?". Well, no on both accounts, but thanks for asking (you're so good about that). Actually, I am sore today because I spent the weekend busily engaged in an activity I had absolutely no business doing the first weekend in October.
That's right, I was painting.
The temperature here in Seattle barely cracked 60F over the weekend, with the constant threat of rain. But hey, my deck and porch REALLY need to be painted before the Fall rains come in earnest leaving everything around the Pacific Northwest waterlogged until next July. So I carefully followed the local weather forecast and decided I had a Sunday window with which I could squeeze in most of the job.
Now the reason I needed to squeeze the job in because, of course, when August and September came and the weather was actually prime around here for outdoor painting, I was much too busy enjoying the sunshine and moderate temperatures with Mrs. LIAYF and Lukas to bother myself with such annoyances.
But, unfortunately, when Fall comes here in Seattle, it can come on fast. And before you know it, it's October, temperatures are barely reaching 60 degrees, and raindrops dominate the 7 Day Forecast.
So, I prepped the areas all day Saturday, doing quite a bit of scrapping, sanding, and cleaning. Then, on Sunday the weather was cloudy but dry with a few sun breaks. The rain was due later that night, but I figured I had enough time to get at least a primer coat on everything and maybe a coat of paint on the porch.
Our house is dark orange in color, so when I had the primer tinted it turned out to be a lovely shade of pink. I tried to tell myself it was 'Salmon', but honestly it was pink. I spent all the late morning and early afternoon putting that coat down. Then after a late lunch I made the call that I had enough time to get a coat of orange on the porch. Maybe.
I really should have stopped there, but my painting inertia had kicked in. It was about 4PM when I was finishing the last of the coat of paint. And when I felt the first drip of rain drop onto the top of my nose.
I frantically finished the last of the surfaces and held out hope that the skies would clear for a couple more hours at least while the paint mostly dried. And, thankfully that one drip was a fluke. A temporary fluke, but a fluke nonetheless. I cleaned up and Mrs. LIAYF, Lukas, and I walked up to a local food fair that was going on. About an hour later the skies opened up, and an onslaught of rain poured forth. I had thrown caution to the wind, and the wind had thrown it right back at me (along with a river of water.)
After the rain let up a bit and we had finished eating we walked back to our house. All the way I was grimacing at the thought of what I might find there. I knew the paint wasn't dry, but how bad was it going to be?
It turned out to be about as bad as I imagined it would be. There were a LOT of pink streaks from the primer coat showing through. In fact, I'm pretty sure there hasn't been streaking that ugly since they filmed 'Old School'. But on the bright side, the higher up the steps I looked (where I began) the better it was. Plus, the rain actually washed away all the orange puddles and it looks like I might get another dryish day this coming weekend so I can finish up.
Until then though, my pink streaked porch is on display for all the neighbors to see.
Yes, I should have done this job a month ago while I was enjoying my summer with my family instead. But life is short, and so is childhood, so I guess I'm okay with painting in the rain every so often.
**So many of you are calling for a picture that I decided to relent. It was darkish when I left home this morning, and I caught this blurry image with my cheap phone camera. Your welcome.