The News From Here

What I went through to again get music to the patio/courtyard via a system that wouldn’t be exposed to the weather is way too long to go into today. It had a lot to do with a crazy old man, inventory stashed all over and poor recall of how & why I did it the way I did before AND why it wouldn’t work that way again.

You may have seen this on fb but there was a little more to the story than I wanted to go into there. I was helping my friend at his mother’s old condo. The goal is to make it as nice as possible, within rigid budget guide lines, to expedite its sale after the holidays. There was some water damage in several areas of the ceilings along with 50 years of holes in walls and some unfinished projects from bye gone changes. One was an outlet hanging out of the wall. The reason it was hanging out of the wall is that it was a concrete block wall and had furring strips over the blocks for nailing drywall and no space for an outlet box. The only real fix I could think of was cutting a hole in the block wall without damaging the drywall round it. OK That wasn’t rocket science but it also wasn’t a 30 minute job either. I had sort of assigned my self those tasks and I was pretty much down the nasty old popcorn repairs. One of which was an area that there was no popcorn. Moisture had accumulated and the popcorn had simply fallen off. I hate, literally, popcorn ceilings but removing them is worse that repairing them if the damage isn’t too extensive. They make spray cans of the material and if I could get this one to match well enough I knew I could match the paint as I’d already done that in several areas where the damage was just water stains. I’d used the stuff before but I assure you it wasn’t recently. The first pass was experimental – Really experimental! That’s when something happened and somehow I received more of the popcorn than the ceiling did. From the top of my head to my boots I received a light popcorn texture. The picture doesn’t show it all and I didn’t know it was there till I got home and headed to the shower. It was then that I realized it was in my hair and beard and we had stopped for a sandwich at a nice Italian Deli after knocking off. I’m not THAT vain but I wouldn’t have gone inside and eaten if I’d realized that I was textured. On the plus side the finish that stuck on the ceiling instead of on me is about as good a texture match as could have been done so all ended well. With a tiny bit of paint matching it is one less ceiling that will have to be totally painted.