I have been furiously cleaning house for visitors over the holidays. I am faithful about this chore, every eleven years I clean the house whether it needs it or not. This time it is so bad that I decided the best way to cover the dirt was to simply paint it.
I have been painting my dining room this past week. As I gained confidence with a steady hand, the drop cloth fell farther behind. My handy plastic paint pail has served me well. It took me a week of coffee breaks around short bursts of energy to paint the trim on four doors and two hall ways leading to and from the dining room. Sadly, I tried some less expensive paint – which means that I had to apply two coats. I have not saved any money and I have to work twice as hard. Nearing completion of the trim work I switched from the paint pail to the roller pan. My idea was that I could use the pan as a pail and then immediately pick up the roller when the trim was complete. I attached the roller pan to the step ladder just like those little legs suggest might be appropriate.
When I was a young man I was known for being quick and nimble. I was never a big man – on the short side of average and about 160 pounds. I jogged and played racquetball and was a regular at the local YMCA. When I was a young man. Today I am old and fat and slow and clumsy. The only blessing is that I am now more patient. I am generally smarter today than in my youth – at least I am less inclined to take chances with my health, i.e. I don’t climb high ladders. But hey, that six foot step ladder seemed reasonable. I only had to climb two steps to reach the ceiling. And I have been very careful on those two steps. The problem was when I decided to move the ladder.
With the paint pail I just set it aside, moved the ladder, and all was well. With the roller pan attached I saw no reason to remove the pan – so I tried moving the ladder with the roller pan, half full of paint, attached. Clumsy. I bumped something and the pan came crashing down. Remember that drop cloth that had fallen behind the work? I decorated the carpet with paint that was no where near the same color as the carpet. Imagine an old, fat, slow, and clumsy man in a panic. The words fail me.
Get a rag. Wet the rag. The paint is latex. It might wash up. It is too thick. Get a roll of paper towels. Soak up the paint. Get a trash can to put the dripping towels in. Soak some more. Yikes! The paint is soaking into the carpet. What to do??? I did two full rounds of stretching and cardio workout before I came up with the best idea. Get the carpet cleaner. It uses hot water and will dilute the paint and pick it up. Actually, the carpet cleaner was a good idea.
Sadly, I wore out before the carpet cleaner. I am having a cup of coffee while sitting at my computer trying to find something positive in the day’s events. Finding something positive is something I have been working on for a while in my old life. Well, I did get a good stretching workout.
And realistically, that carpet is old.