We’re under wraps this weekend – which means that when I’m inside the Schoolhouse looking out, I feel the way I imagine a fish must feel peering up through a murky river at the sky (do fish peer? must check).
The Schoolhouse, wrapped, from the street
We’ve been waiting almost a year to get the Schoolhouse painted. We chose colors last summer and were ready in September, but the rains started, so all they were able to do were the fascia, which at least let us throw some gutters up. And then the painters moved on to inside jobs, as did we.
Side door and windows
We all thought they’d be back to paint in March, or maybe even February, but here in northern California it rained all the way through May and into June, so the crew kept jumping inside jobs ahead of ours to keep busy.
Next weekend, we'll be able to see trees through this window again!
Two weeks ago they started on the prep, which took most of a week, so last weekend we were in the clear. This weekend, though, we’re in between spray coats of a buttery cream called Tortilla Chip – hence the shroud of drop cloths wrapping the roof and decks and the plastic sheeting on the windows.
It’s kind of weird but it’s just the way the timing worked out and we didn’t want to ask the painting crew to take extra time to unwrap and rewrap – they’re already moving at the speed of sound and they keep the cleanest job site I’ve ever seen. We know the friends we’re having up will understand – it’s just another reason to spend more time down by the river!
