The Monolith That Towers Over Me
How is this for stupid? I've been putting this scraping project off because of fear, fear of falling off the scaffold and breaking something. Something not as in an arm or my face, but a window or the water-feeds to the clawfoot tub because that equals extra expense and delay. Anything else can heal if you don't die, right?
Anyhow, once I finish the painting the the idiot hallway, I'll be tearing into this project.
Sorry the posts died last week. I got knocked down over the weekend by misfortune, moderate illness, sick cars, and lots of . . . well, I don't know what. About half of it sucked and the rest was pretty good, I think.
Anyhow, more later in the week if I can take some pictures. A few things will only make sense if you can SEE what they are and what happened.