Painting

Do all workers. Oh come on, just say it. Do all men underestimate the time a job will take? Do they not see what will be required? That's pretty much my experience.

Don't get me wrong, unless you really want to. I am happy with their work. They're painting my house. It looks good. (I picked the colors.) They are thorough and, I hope, have good eyes.

The house was supposed to be power washed Friday, then they would come and paint Monday and Tuesday. Period.

The guy came to wash on Thursday, without hoses. But nevermind. Two guys came Friday, Ed and Daniel. ED was here at 6:20 and Daniel about a half hour later. They worked hard until around 3. Daniel called Saturday and asked if he could come and work. Of course, said I. He worked until he ran out of paint, around 1. He wanted to come Sunday, but I said no.

Monday Ed and Tim and Toby came. They said they'd finish up today, Tuesday. That's today, as I said. We shall see.

I say again. I'm happy with their work, just wish it were all done. It's that I have no privacy.

And that the next door neighbor's dog wouldn't bark, by the way.