The fun never sets!
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2 of our 3 kitties (R.I.P.) used to rub up on every corner they could. Over time I could see these greasy dark rub spots. It especially bugged me in our last house where we had the white MDF cabinets. I was constantly bending down cleaning corners. My husband wants a cat again. And one cat always leads to 2 and so on with us. I gotta plan ahead with the cabinets.
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I remember putting water bottles up high on top around the periphery of the fridge to prevent our boy cats from jumping from the island or lower cabinets. Once they got on top of the fridge they’d jump to the upper cabinets and chase each other. Scary, especially when mama is cooking below.
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I have since developed an aversion to that kind of stuff.
I have an aversion to starting a project of that sort. Once started however I have greater aversion to not doing it with at least a degree or two of professionalism or worse, leaving it incomplete. I actually convince myself I am enjoying it all.
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I used to actually enjoy it a lot. About 60 or so a switch just flipped. Not sure why. I guess 25 years of painting, trenching, remodeling, tearing down and putting up walls, adding exterior doors and rebuilding the deck just used it up. I was a perfectionist then, but no longer.
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Sadly I just came in from staining three 8' shoe mouldings. Got a perfect match to what's there now.
But I hated it. I hated going to Menard's...I hated finding the mouldings (farthest possible corner of the store). Then I hated going to the OTHER farthest corner of the store to find wood stains. I hated the agony of picking the right stain, then schlepping up to the cash register. Then I hated setting up the saw horses. Staining them was hard on the back because my saw horses are just above knee height. But they look great.
I still hate it.
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@Mik said in The fun never sets!:
@Jolly said in The fun never sets!:
Does this mean a new career as a painting contractor is not in the works?
Never say never in a recession.
Had a first cousin that had a business fail and a divorce at the same time. He was mid-thirties, broke and everything he owned was in the truck.
And...It was during a recession.
He started by knocking on doors in carefully chosen subdivisions...One story, brick veneer homes. He told the owner if they bought the paint, he'd paint the house for x dollars and he did the first couple cheap. After that, business picked up and he was soon able to afford a contractor account at Sherwin-Williams.
He made a good living and sold the biz ten years later...