A blog about our life on the family farm. Lots of animals, chickens, hair sheep, dexter cows, horses, border collies, alpaca. Read about how the farm life is tackled by a full time working couple.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Closing in on the stairs
I am getting there. Stairs and upstairs hallway are all sanded now. I have spent the last two days cleaning up so I can stain the floor. I tried to wash the walls first, that didn't work out well. They were covered with so much wood dust I kept having to change out the water. I then decided that vacuuming the walls was the answer. That worked out very well. The only problem with that is when we were building the stairs I opened them up. At the landing it is 20 feet to the ceiling. Mind you it looks great. We even added a second window up high to let in the light... it is very painful to get to the ceiling when there is a 36inch diameter light hanging down in a 48inch wide area. I was standing on the ladder with our push vacuum jammed in place near the top and me holding it in place with my knees while I used the wand on the vacuum cleaner to suck up dirt off the walls and ceiling. I also vacuumed off the light (it has been wrapped in plastic for two years, while we textured and painted walls and sanded floor). Of course now that I am finishing the floors I realize that the walls need to be painted again. I missed some spots and since there are no lights in the hallway yet, you can't see them. When I turn on the construction light they are glaringly obvious. So I get to paint in the evenings after the floor is done (and after it is dark outside). I have a Gorilla ladder, that lets you adjust its two legs to different heights, so I can work on the stairs. As I am standing on the top of it, balancing the vacuum cleaner and waving the wand around I realized that this is how people get hurt. Cause if I fell, it was gonna break something. Of course, I didn't stop, but I did realize it wasn't a safe (stupid) thing to be doing. Just think those people at work don't think I have any sympathy for them, if they only knew, I have been there and done that also.
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