musings from the road: Blame It On The Rain

Nashville, TN: One random lazy Sunday afternoon, I was sitting with my love on the couch and, while gazing at the summer sun's canvas, a shadow on the wall caught my eye. I got up to inspect it closer and the shadow turned out to be two thin lines that ran up the side of the wall and continued up half of my ceiling. How did I never spot this before? My best guess is that because my wall is what I would like to call "coffee light," so if there is a blemish here or there, it would most likely blend in a bit. Plus, I don't normally sit on my couch during the afternoons to have noticed anything out of the ordinary via mid-day sunlight.

In any event, the stains were there and I can't help but wonder if it was from the flood of 2010. I don't think I was ever so grateful to live on the 2nd story of a condo building, but alas, I wasn't 100% spared (though really - if THIS is it, I am even MORE grateful!).

So, I emailed the Home Owners Association (THIS is what those fees I pay each month go to!) and he agreed that because the leaky roof damaged the insides, they would take care of repainting it. Except that when they repainted the stain, they left an even bigger paint stain (really my picture this time):

Grrrr. So, after another few emails, they decided they pretty much have to repaint the entire ceiling and wall that it affected. Only problem is that my ceiling is about 30 feet high. That means they had to get a really BIG ladder. And someone who wasn't afraid of heights.

They sent over their master painter (MP, as I called him) and he bravely set up that gigantic ladder (with the help of a spotter) and repainted that whole ceiling and wall. Thank goodness he was good enough to not have to tape the trim. This is why you call on professionals and not try to do it yourself!