A little late getting back, and so much to tell.
Monday was a good painting day. All day. Beautiful weather, bright sun, and...oh, did I forget to tell you that I forgot the sunblock? Should have learned from Jonny. His shoulders look like science projects. And let me tell you something else that I learned: do not go from the lifts, after rolling paint in the hot sun for 7 hours, straight to the racquetball courts. Especially to play WITH and AGAINST very good, competitive women. I feel so emasculated.
Got another newbie on Monday, all the way from St. Louis. A big hand for Joe Schaefer, or as we like to say, F*#@^%& Joe Schaffer. I have no idea where the nickname came from, supposedly from Joan, but I can't find anyone to confirm it. He can't be all bad, though. He came with his own paint clothes.
And two more came here last night, Marsha Rusk and her boyfriend Steven, hailing from right outside of Nashville, in Hendersonville. Didn't take long for Steven to have his own paint clothes, as well. This really helps the hit we took last week when we lost 3 artists at once.
Twyla took a few days "leave of absence" to go back to Nashville to visit with her allergist. Hope she feels better. Should be back tomorrow. And Mellissa came back last night, so we're back to an even dozen.
And two folks whom we were looking forward to seeing again, veterans Linda and Sherrie, have just written and begged off, citing other committments. What else could possibly be more important that painting repetitive colors with 20' rollers on concrete walls while dodging traffic, snakes and bears in the hot sun for days on end? Anybody got an answer? Anybody?
Weather has been playing havoc the last couple of days. It poured yesterday morning, so Mickie and I took off for Nashville to get the sprayers and another load of paint. Weather cleared about 1:30pm, but the day was shot. Today was a good day, until right at lunch, when the skies opened again. I called the rest of the day a wash, looking at weather reports and radar showing impending doom, but since the initial outburst, nothing. I would make a lousy Willard Scott.
We have the rest of the Primasil coming tomorrow, 44 pails actually, so we will have plenty for the rest of the project. I just ordered two more lifts to be delivered Monday, so we can paint the upper sections faster.
I talked with the TDOT project coordinator earlier this week, and they have started putting in the medians, but the problem is that while they are working, they are leaving us no room to paint on a few walls. No room for a ground crew, no room for the lifts. We might have to wait until they are finished. Which means we can't finish them now. Which means...perish the thought. I shudder to think about it.
Should have a fun dinner tomorrow night. JoHanna is making authentic New Orleans Red Beans and Rice, while Mickie is making her world-reknown corn bread. Everyone else is bringing a tube of Rolaids and a bottle of Gas-X.
Hopefully the weather will hold and we'll get some work done tomorrow. We're almost there.
And if know someone who wants to paint next week, send them my way. I've got some extra rollers.
Mike
Painting these walls is not all fame and glamour. Loralei, however, is one who obviously gets into her work.
JoHAna in the midst of making her red Beans and Rice. I really don't care how it tastes, I just want to bottle the aroma! Maybe a little behind each ear?
We use brush holders on the end of extension poles to paint the "seams", but the tools take a beating. Leave it to "American Gothic" Jack to come up with a temporary fix. Hey, it works, don't laugh.
Newbie Joe, jumping right into things, like the paint. He fit right in real quick. May not be such a good thing, though. He still has to go back to St. Louis. Eventually.
Monday was a good painting day. All day. Beautiful weather, bright sun, and...oh, did I forget to tell you that I forgot the sunblock? Should have learned from Jonny. His shoulders look like science projects. And let me tell you something else that I learned: do not go from the lifts, after rolling paint in the hot sun for 7 hours, straight to the racquetball courts. Especially to play WITH and AGAINST very good, competitive women. I feel so emasculated.
Got another newbie on Monday, all the way from St. Louis. A big hand for Joe Schaefer, or as we like to say, F*#@^%& Joe Schaffer. I have no idea where the nickname came from, supposedly from Joan, but I can't find anyone to confirm it. He can't be all bad, though. He came with his own paint clothes.
And two more came here last night, Marsha Rusk and her boyfriend Steven, hailing from right outside of Nashville, in Hendersonville. Didn't take long for Steven to have his own paint clothes, as well. This really helps the hit we took last week when we lost 3 artists at once.
Twyla took a few days "leave of absence" to go back to Nashville to visit with her allergist. Hope she feels better. Should be back tomorrow. And Mellissa came back last night, so we're back to an even dozen.
And two folks whom we were looking forward to seeing again, veterans Linda and Sherrie, have just written and begged off, citing other committments. What else could possibly be more important that painting repetitive colors with 20' rollers on concrete walls while dodging traffic, snakes and bears in the hot sun for days on end? Anybody got an answer? Anybody?
Weather has been playing havoc the last couple of days. It poured yesterday morning, so Mickie and I took off for Nashville to get the sprayers and another load of paint. Weather cleared about 1:30pm, but the day was shot. Today was a good day, until right at lunch, when the skies opened again. I called the rest of the day a wash, looking at weather reports and radar showing impending doom, but since the initial outburst, nothing. I would make a lousy Willard Scott.
We have the rest of the Primasil coming tomorrow, 44 pails actually, so we will have plenty for the rest of the project. I just ordered two more lifts to be delivered Monday, so we can paint the upper sections faster.
I talked with the TDOT project coordinator earlier this week, and they have started putting in the medians, but the problem is that while they are working, they are leaving us no room to paint on a few walls. No room for a ground crew, no room for the lifts. We might have to wait until they are finished. Which means we can't finish them now. Which means...perish the thought. I shudder to think about it.
Should have a fun dinner tomorrow night. JoHanna is making authentic New Orleans Red Beans and Rice, while Mickie is making her world-reknown corn bread. Everyone else is bringing a tube of Rolaids and a bottle of Gas-X.
Hopefully the weather will hold and we'll get some work done tomorrow. We're almost there.
And if know someone who wants to paint next week, send them my way. I've got some extra rollers.
Mike
Painting these walls is not all fame and glamour. Loralei, however, is one who obviously gets into her work.
JoHAna in the midst of making her red Beans and Rice. I really don't care how it tastes, I just want to bottle the aroma! Maybe a little behind each ear?
We use brush holders on the end of extension poles to paint the "seams", but the tools take a beating. Leave it to "American Gothic" Jack to come up with a temporary fix. Hey, it works, don't laugh.
Newbie Joe, jumping right into things, like the paint. He fit right in real quick. May not be such a good thing, though. He still has to go back to St. Louis. Eventually.
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I already heard about the lies you have been feeding that F*#@^%& Joe Schaefer! You are sooooo bad! Well, he now has a new name when he goes back to the Muny this summer! In case anybody cares, I made it home safe yesterday. Slept until ten today. Really feel sad about your aches and sunburns. Six packs? Like in in beer? There was beer there???
Nobody told me about it!!!
Have fun and stay crazy.
Joan
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