You don’t own your house, your house owns you.
Or something like that.
Anyway, the darned peak of our vinyl siding fell off the top of the front of the Little Bitty again.
Damn, I wish that phone number of the contractor who put the stuff on the house worked. That guarantee he sold us his price and labor and product with … Poof.
So, wanting the neighbors in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood to be happy with our house, I gathered my tools and wits and up I went again. This time, my dear wife Karen and I went back to the store and purchased Marine-grade Lock-Tite adhesive. Where nails and two-sided tape have only lasted months before the wind prevailed …
Around back, it was time to deal with the rotten wood atop the door of the screened porch. That blight started when a chunk was taken out of the paint job while tree guys took down the biggest tree in Eastwood a dozen feet away. And it spread while I just watched.
At the store we purchased a sturdy board to fill the inside and another to cover and paint.
This took both of our brains and all the physical skill I could muster. And many hours of tinkering. I banged two different fingers with the hammer. I didn’t get to the “and paint.”
A look at what we’ve accomplished in part two tomorrow.
What “repeat project” pops up at your place, and how do you change your approach? What’s your favorite project, and why? What’s your best took skill, and how did you get good at it?